Immediately after those words left his lips, Lilia's tears began to spill as she tried to push him away. But Zethan held her tighter. In fact, at this point, Lilia had no idea why she was even pushing him again.
All she knew was that she was pushing him—despite having no reason to. Still, Zethan held her, showing no sign of letting go, and her eyes welled up with tears. As he continued whispering, "I'm sorry," the words echoed softly through the room.
Slowly, Lilia turned to face him. She dared to look at him, wondering if her mind was playing tricks on her again. She had wished so many times for him to wake up—so many times it had hurt—but this time, it wasn't a dream.
Taking a few deep breaths, she tried to calm herself. But the moment her gaze landed on Zethan's face, her body folded again. She leaned in and sniffed him, needing to be sure he was real.
She probably looked like a mess—crying like a child—but she didn't care anymore.
"R…Real…" Her lips trembled even more.
