Ayra’s POV
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Yeah, I left the house. All by myself.
I just… couldn’t take it anymore.
Couldn’t handle the weight of it all—the tension, the silence, the feeling of watching Leon carry everything on his shoulders and not being able to lift any of it off him.
It’s been hours since I stepped out, and honestly, I doubt anyone’s even noticed. The guards didn’t stop me—probably didn’t even know I was leaving. Not like I was running away. I just needed air. Space. A break to breathe.
I planned to wait for Leon anyway… wait for him to come back so I could wrap my arms around him, pull him into me, let him rest his head on my lap and just… run my fingers through his hair, tell him everything would be okay. That I was here. That he wasn’t alone.
With a deep sigh, I walked out of his estat
