Asher didn't turn around again.
He kept his eyes fixed on the horizon ahead, even though everything inside him wanted to look back—just one more time.
But he knew if he saw her face now… he might not be able to leave her be.
Saying goodbye. Staying focused. Walking away from something he wanted so badly but couldn't get—not yet.
He clenched his fists quietly
The wind pressed against his back as he prepared to fly again, ready to keep his word and leave her alone.
But just as his body moved forward, something tugged gently at his robe.
He stopped.
The fabric stretched lightly, not forceful—just enough to let him know she was pulling it.
He turned around.
Mirelyn hovered a few steps behind, her head lowered. Her fingers clutched the tip of his robe, but her grip trembled like she hadn't decided if she should hold on or let go.
