"... Do you believe in magic?"
When Raphael heard that strange question fall from Leo's lips, she stared at him for a few seconds completely dumbfounded.
Her brows furrowed, her lips parted slightly, and her head tilted as if trying to understand whether she'd heard him right. Her expression quickly twisted into one of concern, as though she were trying to figure out if he'd recently hit his head or perhaps hadn't slept in days.
"Are you serious?" she asked softly, her voice carrying both worry and disbelief.
"Figures..."
Leo muttered under his breath, catching her reaction even before she spoke. He wasn't surprised. It was exactly how anyone would react. Still, he gently shook his head with a faint chuckle and slowly looked up at the wide, open sky. The clouds drifted lazily, the sky a perfect blue, calm and silent—so unlike his heart. His gaze softened as he spoke again, this time more thoughtfully, as if trying to convince even himself.
