Anthony stood quietly at the corner, his gaze resting on the family of three as an aura of affection and familial warmth filled the air. Passion, love, and a bond deeper than words hung between them. He simply smiled, saying nothing. He didn't feel odd, left out, or embarrassed in any way. There was no reason to, after all, what he witnessed was something beautiful, something pure.
So, he remained silent and continued to watch in peace.
After a while, the family slowly broke their embrace. Vega lifted her hand to wipe away the small tear that had escaped her eye, her purple, ethereal gaze softening as it turned toward Anthony. The glow in her eyes reflected gratitude and quiet affection. Without hesitation, she walked toward him, a gentle smile blooming on her face.
Though a part of her wanted to press her lips against his in that moment, to seal her gratitude and affection with a kiss, she restrained herself. She wouldn't dare to do such a thing before her parents… not yet.
