As you walked away, Dave Hillock stood silently by his penthouse window, watching you disappear into the distance. The city sprawled below, but his focus was entirely on you.

He felt a mix of emotions swirling inside him regret, sadness, and a deep sense of protectiveness. “I’m letting you go for your own safety,” he whispered to himself, knowing it was the right choice, even if it hurt.

The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the streets. He recalled your last words, the way your eyes had shimmered with uncertainty. He wished things could be different; he wished he could keep you close.

As you turned the corner, he clenched his fists, knowing he had to trust that this was what you needed. “Be safe babygirl...” he murmured, a silent promise hanging in the air.