"Let's see what we can create," Krishna whispered to herself, but Ignatius caught it, and something in him awakened, lighter now than it had been in years."Anyway, Krishna, do you still love Miyal?" Ignatius declared with a weary heart, for he loved Krishna so dearly.The question lay there, delicate yet sharp, still wind whispering a quiet tremor. Krishna's breath was caught, and for a short, suspended moment, time stretched, pulling them back into memories they had long buried.She shifted slowly to turn to him, the heat of the sun on her skin, but his words weighted on her like a stone against her chest. There had been something raw, something vulnerable in Ignatius's voice when he spoke them, and it shocked her, caught her off balance in ways she had not expected. The vulnerability in his eyes, the unspoken admission, was a gift, a fragile, breakable thing.For an instant, Krishna's eyes softened, and her thoughts danced back to the past, to those times when Miyal had been more t
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