"You're not that fragile, but you also don't have to be so strong. If you want, my shoulder is always here for you to lean on," Evan Guerrero's voice was calm and tender.
Sometimes, he wished she wasn't so strong.
At the very least, when she turned around, she would realize that he was still standing behind her, guarding her.
"Evan…" she called his name, but in the end, her voice choked into silence.
Evan Guerrero let out a sigh deep in his heart. Such a shame he wasn't in Landon, wasn't by her side.
He knew that since she was young, her parents had passed away, and she had grown up living with her grandfather, getting used to fending for herself and not relying on others.
It was precisely because of that self-reliance that, no matter what big or small challenges came her way later in life, she habitually faced them alone.
"From now on, I'll always be by your side," Evan Guerrero promised with little elaboration.
It was a promise he knew he could keep.
