Seeing the helpless tears fall from her eyes, it felt like a crack had opened in his hardened heart.
A gentle warmth slipped through that fissure, slowly and unhurriedly, catching him completely off guard.
He pushed the wheelchair closer to her, placing his hands on the table for support.
With great effort, he managed to stand up, lifting his fingers to wipe away her tears.
The light touch was like a feather brushing against her skin.
Nevaeh looked up to find Cassius gazing at her with deep, compassionate eyes, his fingertips delicate and infinitely gentle.
Realizing what was happening, she instinctively took a step back, pushing his hand away.
But Nevaeh's sudden movement caused Cassius, who was barely able to stand with the table's support, to lose his balance and lean backward, about to fall.
Nevaeh quickly noticed that he had actually managed to stand up. As he began to topple, she reached out to catch him.
"Be careful!"
