Alexander finally looked up. His eyes glassy, but he didn't blink. He just stared at her, like she was the only light left in a crumbling world.
"I'm not afraid of what the future holds," Lilith continued, turning toward her father. "Even if he forgets me, I'll remind him. Even if he disappears into himself, I'll wait. And if he ever falls again… I'll lift him up, no matter how many times."
Lennox sat back down slowly. His jaw clenched, but his eyes softened. He was a father… watching his daughter make the biggest promise of her life. Not with rings or ceremonies—but with her whole heart.
For a long time, no one said anything. The evening air drifted in through the open window, brushing gently against their skin.
Alexander swallowed hard and finally spoke. His voice was hoarse. Quiet. But full of emotion.
"Thank you…" he said, squeezing Lilith's hand back. "For choosing me. All of me."
