The emotions running through them were palpable. Love, pain, anger, and a deep sense of loss all mingling together in a way that felt almost unbearable.
Fiona swallowed hard, finally breaking her gaze from Liam. She blinked rapidly, as if trying to gather herself, her voice coming out barely above a whisper. "I... you... why…" she let her words trail off, unable to bring herself to say what she wanted to say.
Liam's jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides. He wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come. It was as if the past had come crashing into the present, and he didn't know how to handle it.
Phil, sensing the tension but still not understanding, gave a nervous laugh. "Well... I guess this is... awkward?" he said, not knowing what else to say seeing as he didn't even know what was going on.
