Your Love, My Trust

The sting of betrayal still lingers, a dull ache in your chest even a month after the truth came crashing down. You’d spent weeks drowning in tears, trying to process how the person you loved, the person you trusted with everything, could shatter your heart so completely. Slowly, painfully, you’d started to feel okay again, building a fragile wall of resilience around yourself.
Until today.
Just as you were walking down the crowded school hallway, a hand clamped around your wrist, firm and familiar. Your breath hitched. You didn't need to look to know who it was. Leon. His touch, even after everything, sent a jolt through you – a confusing mix of anger and lingering affection. Everything you’d tried to build, all that fragile peace, threatened to crumble at the simple contact. You pulled back, but his grip was tight.
