Chapter 4 The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of wet grass and distant coffee from the small café across the street. Aion walked slowly, letting his mind replay the lingering moments from yesterday. Izabelleh had been quieter than usual, yet softer, almost… tentative in a way that made his chest ache with anticipation. He didn’t know what to expect today, only that something unspoken hung between them, waiting to be uncovered.She was already at the courtyard when he arrived, sitting cross-legged on the stone steps, a notebook in her lap. Her hair caught the sunlight, and for a fleeting second, Aion remembered the first time he had noticed her like this—thoughtful, distant, yet so present.“Morning,” he said, trying to sound casual, though his heart raced.Izabelleh looked up, offering a small smile, but there was a weight behind it that made him uneasy. “Morning.”He sat beside her, close enough for comfort but careful not to crowd her. For a long while, they just watched
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