Sean gripped the steering wheel, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He stared straight ahead, as if the weight of his next words was too much to bear.
"I didn't want to marry Jasmine," he began, his voice quiet but resolute. "I thought if I just followed my parents' wishes, I could finally make them happy, you know? Be the son they wanted. But I was wrong."
Fara stayed silent, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she watched the passing cars through the window.
Sean continued, his voice gaining an edge of desperation. "We tried for a few weeks. I thought I could make it work, thought I could… forget about you. But I couldn't." He paused, running a hand through his hair. "Fara, you were always there. In my head, in my heart. Every time I tried to be with her—" He stopped himself, his jaw tightening.
