Raya never imagined that one day she would find comfort in Grigor's arms, allowing herself to cry so freely, so completely. She had always been the one holding herself together, the one swallowing her pain in silence. Yet here she was, breaking apart against someone who wasn't supposed to matter this much.
And somehow… Grigor was the only one who understood her right now.
He didn't ask unnecessary questions. He didn't rush her tears. He simply stayed, steady and present, as though her pain was something he could bear with her.
Eventually, Raya pulled away from his embrace, wiping at her eyes with trembling fingers. Grigor reached out and gently helped, handing her a clean handkerchief without a word.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly.
Raya shook her head in refusal. Words felt too heavy, too sharp to be spoken aloud.
