(Trixy's POV)
The roar of the audience thundered in my ears, but I felt as though the world had narrowed into a single moment, a single pair of eyes. Zyron's hands were wrapped around mine, his grip trembling yet desperate, as if letting go would mean losing me forever. His words—his plea—still echoed louder than the applause.
"I love you, Trixy. Too much. Can you give me a second chance?"
My chest tightened. My voice caught somewhere between my heart and throat. Every part of me wanted to say yes, to run into his arms, to let the weight of everything else fade into nothing. But Savannah's face lingered in my mind, her trembling smile on the rooftop, the way she placed my hand over Zyron's. Her sacrifice. Her pain. And then the life growing inside her.
How could I answer him in front of all these people? How could I let my heart decide when my mind screamed with the storm of consequences?
