PAIGE
The words hung in the air, not as sounds, but as physical blows. Denki fucking Rimestone.
I watched as Reomen dragged a frustrated hand through his perfectly styled hair, disheveling it completely.
The gesture screamed a thousand things he wouldn't say, but one screamed loudest: This was not how I wanted you to find out.
The world tilted on its axis. My lungs couldn't seem to find air. The silence that followed was a living, suffocating thing.
"How long?" The question was a whisper, a thin, fragile thread holding me above a chasm of shattering glass. "How long have you known?"
He sighed, a heavy, weary sound that seemed to carry the weight of the entire, corrupt world. He looked older in that moment. Tired in a way a billion dollars can't fix.
