NYQXEE’S POV
He gently takes my hand, his touch warm and steady, as if reassuring me that what I’m about to hear is just as important to him as it is to me. His face softens with relief, pleased that I’m finally willing to listen. Without a word, we walk to a nearby bench nestled beneath a canopy of trees, the rustle of leaves whispering around us. We sit, and for a few seconds, silence stretches between us thick with things unsaid.
Then he speaks.
“I couldn’t believe it when Clara told me what happened,” he begins, his voice low with emotion. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment.”
I glance at him, curiosity stirring. “Wait... how?”
He gives a small shrug, as though unsure where to start. “Clara’s a friend. We've known each other for a while.”
“That’s not what I mea
