**Atomic's POV:**
The world seemed to blur around me, my heart pounding as I held her arm, steadying her from her near fall. Her presence was a jolt to my senses, a beacon of light in the storm of my frustration. But as I looked into her eyes, I saw tears glistening, their delicate shimmer reflecting the sunlight. Was she afraid of me? Had I held her too long, my grip lingering beyond what was proper? Did I look strange, standing here like a fool? Damn it, I needed to act like a man, not some awkward boy caught off guard by a pretty face. My resolve hardened—I had to say something, anything, to break the tension and prove I was more than a clumsy savior.
**End of POV.**
