A heavy silence settled between them.
Awkward. Uncertain.
The truth of their pasts had unravelled before them like a cruel cosmic joke, and now, there was no turning away from it.
Cyrus shifted on his feet, blue eyes flickering with something unreadable. He parted his lips, hesitating for a moment before finally speaking.
"I know, Nila… that things didn't work out between us before," he said, his voice rough, laced with guilt. "But I will do my best not to fail you anymore. I owe you that much."
Phoenix's expression remained unreadable.
She should be angry.
She should feel rage.
But strangely, at this moment, she felt nothing at all.
Her heart had already been pulled through too many emotions—grief, love, loss, pain. Right now, there was no space for the past.
