Frozen Love
His fingers curled against the stone as he whispered:
“Charles, Hanna, if you approve, give me a sign.”
He carefully wiped the dust from their engraved names.
At that moment, a soft breeze swept through the cemetery.
The bouquet rustled gently, and a single petal drifted free—falling right into his palm.
Xavier stared at it, his fingers closing around the delicate bloom.
His heart clenched.
Then, slowly, his resolve solidified.
“I understand. I’ll do everything in my power.”
He exhaled and stood up, his voice steady.