"Why didn't you sell it?" Angel's voice was soft yet filled with curiosity, her eyes wide, as if she were desperate to understand the reason behind his choices. She hung on every word he spoke, as though her very future hinged on his response.
Tryson felt an overwhelming tide of emotions crash over him, and for a moment, he was paralyzed, unable to form the words that swirled in his mind.
He stepped closer to her, an almost frantic urgency in his movements, his hand reaching out to grasp hers, squeezing it tightly as if trying to anchor himself to the reality of the moment.
He shook his head, a whirlwind of confusion, regret, and sorrow flooding his chest.
His voice, when it finally emerged, was barely a whisper, but the weight of it was unbearable. "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't bring myself to do it," he confessed, his words laced with pain and guilt.
His eyes, filled with a storm of emotion, searched hers for some hint of understanding.
