(Trixy's POV)
The world had stopped moving.
Or at least, it felt like it had.
There he was—Zyron Ezekiel Ortega—standing in front of me, holding both of my trembling hands as though they were the only lifeline he had left. His eyes were steady, unwavering, but behind them burned a desperation I had never seen before. The crowd around us had fallen away, their cheers and laughter muffled by the pounding of my heart.
I never imagined he would do this—confess so openly, so boldly, with everyone watching.
And yet, here he was.
"I know you're confused," he said, his voice cracking slightly despite the courage in his tone. "I know everything happened too fast, and maybe I should've waited. But Trix…" He tightened his grip on my hands. "I don't want to waste more time. Not when it comes to you."
I swallowed hard, my mind spinning.
The voices from the crowd only made the storm inside me worse.
