Before my rebirth, Lewis was known for being distant. His words were sharp. His presence cold. He stood apart from everyone, like someone who never needed warmth.
After my rebirth, he felt like a different man.
Sometimes I wondered if the one sitting in front of me now was truly the same Lewis. Or if fate had reshaped him the same way it reshaped me.
The room was warm. Maybe too warm. Or maybe the heat was coming from him.
He sat across from me, silent, his gaze steady and deep. He didn't reach out. Didn't rush me. He waited.
That alone told me everything.
He wasn't forcing anything. He was letting me choose.
The unfinished moment from earlier crept back into my mind. I could feel it hovering between us, tense and alive. He was waiting for me to cross that invisible line.
Nicholas's words echoed softly in my thoughts.
Life is short. Don't live with regrets.
