Micah stood rooted in front of Clyde, his mind racing with too many chaotic thoughts. Clyde's words echoed in his head, and his heart yearned to believe there was more meaning behind them than what appeared on the surface.
His hazel pupils trembled.
He didn't want to rely on Clyde, his family name, his influence, and his power. He didn't want a carefully arranged future out of obligation. He didn't want a shield made of borrowed strength.
He wanted Clyde.
And more than that, he wanted to keep Clyde as he was now. Not as a Du Pont, not as a symbol of protection and power, but as the person who looked at him with quiet eyes and held him like he mattered.
As someone who had seen all his flaws, his recklessness, arrogance, sharp tongue, and short temper, yet still regarded him as a treasure.
