Lydia's eyes blazed with a mixture of surprise and indignation, her body tensing under my sudden assertion. For a moment, the air between us crackled with unspoken tension, the weight of my words lingering heavily in the confined space.
"You're out of line," Lydia retorted sharply, her voice edged with defiance as she pushed against my grip, attempting to free herself from my hold.
But I held firm, my resolve unwavering as I met her gaze head-on. "Am I?" I countered, my tone laced with determination. "Or maybe I'm just tired of dancing around the truth."
The intensity of the moment hung in the air, the silence between us thick with unspoken emotions. And then, with a sudden shift, Lydia's expression softened, a flicker of vulnerability flashing in her eyes.
"Maybe... Maybe I am too," she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper as she finally met my gaze.
