Zayden let out a sigh of relief as the uneasiness in his chest finally dissipated. He couldn't quite comprehend what was happening to him or why, but at this moment, everything seemed to find its place, even as tears continued to streak down his cheeks.
Nestled against the cruel reaper's chest, Ziana sniffled, unburdening herself from the weight that had been haunting her since morning. Anger, sadness, and guilt swirled within her, a mix of emotions stemming from her recent failure in an important exam. Working at the Bureau of Crime and Investigation had been her lifelong aspiration, a promise she had made to her late father. Despite his absence, she remained determined to fulfill that dream.
"We probably should have bought that gold bar," Zayden quipped, withdrawing his hand gently from her head, his gaze shifting to the shattered phone on the pavement. The tears in his eyes ceased, mirroring Ziana's own as she slowly looked up at him.
