Zion ran towards me, his expression a captivating mixture of concern and relief, a sight that tugged at my heartstrings. The moment I saw him, I felt an inexplicable warmth flood through me, as if his presence alone could erase all worries.
"Are you okay?" he asked, extending his handkerchief toward me, the fabric crumpled and slightly damp from having been tucked away in his pocket. It was a small gesture, yet it felt so heavy with meaning, as if he were offering a piece of himself to ease my discomfort.
"I’m okay," I replied, offering a smile that flickered like a candle in the wind, flickering across my lips despite the storm of emotions swirling within me. "I just remembered something. By the way, what are you doing here?" My question belied the truth; I was wrestling with fond, haun
