Zyron's POV
"Let's break up."
Her voice was cold — too calm, too final.
"What?"
I blinked, trying to process what she just said.
"Didn't you hear me, Zyron? I said we should end this."
I quickly stepped closer and held both of her hands tightly, as if letting go would mean losing everything.
"No. No, Trix, please. I know we've been through a lot, but didn't we promise each other that no matter how hard it gets, we'll stay together? We'll fight through everything — as long as it's the two of us."
She gently pulled her hands away from mine.
"I don't want this anymore," she said quietly.
"Please, Trixy," I begged, falling to my knees in front of her.
Her eyes widened. "Zyron, what are you doing?"
"I'll kneel in front of you if that's what it takes. I won't be jealous of Jonas anymore — even if he comes here every day. Even if you stop talking to me. Just… please, don't break up with me."
"Zyron, get up," she said, her voice trembling slightly.
