In that moment, the car became a sanctuary of vulnerability and shared anguish, their unspoken struggles echoing in the heavy silence.
Louis, too, felt the weight of her words, his heart aching for the pain she had endured. He longed to reach out and comfort her, but he knew that some wounds ran too deep for even the most heartfelt gestures to heal.
"I've been there, Verena," Louis said quietly, the pain evident in his voice. "I know the pain you're talking about. I know that feeling of emptiness and self-loathing."
Verena's eyes widened as she took in his words. "Louis... I didn't know... I didn't think anyone would ever understand," she said softly.
"I understand," Louis said gently. "I know what you're going through. But... please don't let yourself become consumed by it. There's more to life than just revenge."
"i don't believe in it." Verena whispered back as one tear fell from her eyes.
