Honest

Noella’s POV

In a quiet and cozy private room, I sat with Enrick. It was just the two of us there, separated from the crowd and the chaos that had just happened. I looked at his face, trying to capture every detail lost in my memory for the past few days. His face looked tired but still exuded a calmness and strength I had always admired.

I grasped one of her hands with both of mine, feeling the warmth slowly flowing from her to me. It was as if if I let go, he would disappear from my life again. I was genuinely grateful that Enrick was back by my side despite still feeling anxious and worried about everything that had happened and might happen.

Both of our faces were so close, but no words were spoken. There was only a meaningful silence. We understood each other without speaking, knowing how deep the longing was. My trembling, teary eyes met his calm but longing eyes, and in that look, I could feel all the feelings we had been holding back.

Enrick squeezed my hand gently, signaling