The words hung in the air as they stepped out into the bustling streets of Quasor. The neon lights cast a glow on Annika's face, making her look almost ethereal. For a moment, Kai could see the girl he had once trusted, the one who had looked up to him and admired him. He knew he had to make a choice: hold onto the anger and mistrust or take a chance on rebuilding what they had lost.
They made their way to a nearby café, the scent of exotic spices wafting through the air. They found a table in a quiet corner and sat, the cacophony of the city fading into the background. "I'm sorry," Annika whispered. "For everything."
Kai studied her, his emotions a whirlwind. He knew that the path ahead would not be easy, but something in him ached to believe her. "Why did you come back?" he asked finally.
