Heat radiating between them

Radulf and Melissa sat near the fountain, the gentle trickling of water filling the silence between them. He had shared the most tragic part of his past, hoping it would strengthen her resolve, just as his suffering had hardened him. But instead of steeling herself, Melissa broke into quiet sobs, clutching the handkerchief in her trembling hands.

"Do you feel better?" Radulf asked, his voice softer than usual.

Melissa lowered the handkerchief and fidgeted with its edges, her fingers twisting the fabric.

'I celebrated the anniversary alone, never once thinking about the tragedy that befell my family… my husband. Why is my father so cruel? How am I supposed to even look Radulf in the eyes after learning all this?' she thought, oblivious to the fact that Radulf could hear every word echoing through their bond.