Lunara didn't respond right away. The room felt heavier, filled with words left unsaid. She traced the edge of the blanket with her fingers, buying time, before finally exhaling.
"I don't know," she admitted, her voice softer than before. "Maybe I just don't trust you to mean it."
Eryx ran a hand down his face, exhaling slowly. He had expected this. Maybe even deserved it. But hearing her say it out loud still stung in a way he wasn't prepared for.
"I don't blame you," he admitted, leaning back slightly. "I wouldn't trust me either."
The words left his mouth before he could stop them, and for a moment, he wasn't sure why he even said them. He wasn't here to chase after her, wasn't here to beg for trust he had already shattered. So why was he still sitting here, losing sleep over her silence?
Lunara's fingers stilled against the blanket, but she didn't lift her gaze. He could tell she was weighing his words, searching for meaning in them.
