Matio Rodriguez:
Hey," he said gently, stepping closer. "Are you okay?"
I nodded, but it wasn't convincing. My eyes burned with unshed tears, and I hated how weak I felt.
Matio sighed, moving to stand beside me at the railing. "She's wrong, you know."
I glanced at him, surprised. "What?"
He turned to face me, his eyes softening. "You're not weak. And you're definitely not a burden. I know I made you feel that way before, and I'm sorry. But Hanah? She's just projecting her own insecurities onto you."
A bitter laugh escaped me. "She's not entirely wrong. I'm not like you. I don't fit into your world. I never have."
He hesitated before speaking. "Maybe you don't fit the way people expect you to. But that doesn't mean you don't belong. I'm... still figuring it out too. How to make this
