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Ekansh's POV:
Fifteen minutes had passed, and she was still clinging to me, her body pressed against mine as if afraid to let go.
Her sobs, once loud and heart-wrenching, had finally begun to quiet. The trembling in her frame had lessened, her breathing slowly evening out.
She was still fragile in my arms, but the storm inside her was beginning to settle.
I gently loosened her grip on my shirt, prying her away from me with care. Her eyes were red and swollen, her face streaked with dried tears. Without a word, I guided her to sit on the sofa, making sure she was comfortable before stepping away.
A minute later, I returned with a glass of water and handed it to her. She took it silently, her fingers curling around the glass as she brought it to her lips. Without hesitation, she chugged it down, as if trying to wash away the weight of everything she had just let out.
I took the empty glass from her hands, setting it aside on the table. Then, without a word, I lowered myself onto the sofa beside her.
The silence between us was heavy but not uncomfortable. She still looked exhausted, her fingers loosely intertwined in her lap, but at least she wasn’t crying anymore. I stayed close, letting my presence be a quiet reassurance—one that told her she wasn’t alone.
Breaking the silence, I finally spoke, my voice calmer now.
"I know my words were tough, little warrior," I said, glancing at her. "But you needed to hear them—to realize your own worth and to see the people who genuinely care for you."
I wasn’t apologizing for what I had said because it was the truth. And she needed to believe it.
She looked up at me with those innocent eyes, the same ones that always managed to stir something deep inside me.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured softly. “I shouldn’t have pushed you away… and I shouldn’t have called myself a burden.”
A small smile tugged at my lips. Finally, she was starting to understand.
For a moment, she just stared at me, as if expecting something. I frowned.
“What?” I asked, confused.
She crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes. “Say sorry to me.”
I blinked. “For what?”
She huffed, glaring at me. “Because you yelled at me!”
What the hell?!
"I'm not apologizing," I said firmly. "I don't regret yelling at you. You deserved it."
