Back in the study room, Denzal and Devonte sat in silence, their thoughts heavy with the events from earlier. The weight of their unease pressed down on them, creating an unspoken tension between the brothers.
Devonte was the first to break the silence.
"What happened back there, Denzal?" he asked, his voice low, almost as if he were speaking to himself. There was a hint of disappointment, and perhaps confusion, in his tone.
Denzal, equally lost in thought, looked up slowly. "Same question," he muttered, his brow furrowed.
Leaning back in his chair, Devonte exhaled deeply. "Whatever I felt back there... it wasn't like before. The connection, the pull to be near her. it was like it vanished. It felt blank."
Denzal nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. "I felt it too. Whenever we're around her, she has this way of making us feel whole, like there's no difference between us. But today..." He trailed off, his words hanging in the air.
