Bound by His Promise
We stood in silence, the morning light reflecting off the rebuilt tower — the same tower where we lost everything, and found something greater.
Rhea’s POV (Final Lines)
Sometimes, I still wear the old wristband.
Not to remember, but to listen.
Because in this world rebuilt from ashes and code, I’ve learned one thing:
Love doesn’t vanish.
It evolves.
And somewhere, in the hum of the city and the light of the screens, I still hear him — faint but steady.
“Rhea… promise me one more thing.”
“What?”
“Don’t stop believing in the noise between the silences.”