You were just about to call Enzo’s name, your heart full of hope, when your world stopped. There he was—with your sister. Her eyes met yours, and she smirked, like she knew. Knew how much you loved him. Knew how long you had waited. And then, she kissed him.

Not a small kiss. A kiss that made your chest ache. And the worst part? He kissed her back. His arms wrapped around her like she was the one he had always wanted.

You couldn’t move.

But before your tears could fall, someone stepped behind you. A hand covered your eyes, gentle and warm. You were pulled back, your back hitting a firm chest.

“Don’t look,” Kenjiro whispered softly near your ear, his voice low and protective. “You don’t need to see that.”

He held you close, shielding you from the scene, from the pain. His hand stayed over your eyes, but the other one wrapped around your waist tightly, like he was scared you might break.

“I’m here,” he said quietly. “Let them go… You have me.”