Kyra's heart ached as she watched him walk away, silence hanging between them like a thick fog. "Did he not like the kiss? Was it all just a mistake? What did I do to make him leave?" The questions swirled in her mind, each more painful than the last.
As she stood there, the weight of abandonment pressed down on her. Sage hadn't uttered a single word or even offered her a glance after that moment they had shared. It was his silence that cut the deepest.
Tears slipped silently down her cheeks, a testament to her swirling emotions, as she replayed their brief connection over and over in her mind.
Across the courtyard, Sage made his way to the practice area, determined to shake off the thoughts of Kyra. He focused on his training, believing that honing his skills would help him forget the electric tension of their last encounter.