Annabelle sat before Vin, her heart heavy with the weight of confession, her words trembling on the edge of her lips like fragile butterflies poised to take flight. The air between them crackled with tension, thick with the unspoken truths that lingered in the spaces between their words.
"I'm glad I met you here," Annabelle began, her voice soft and hesitant, like the whisper of wind through autumn leaves. "I'm sorry it took me this long to come. I haven't been feeling myself lately, and I had to make sure everything was okay at home."
Vin's eyes softened at her words, his gaze filled with understanding and empathy.
"Were you going to see my brother or me?" Annabelle asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
"Alex has been texting and calling for days, but I ignored his calls," Vin confessed, his words heavy with the weight of his pain. "I'm still mad at him for keeping all of this from me."
