8 parts Ongoing "I don't care if you regret it-you can't take those words back." His voice was low, threading through the air like a quiet storm before impact. Sora stiffened as his breath brushed against her skin, each syllable sinking into her like an inevitability. "The truth you're desperately seeking... can you take it?"
Her blue eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, held a defiance that wavered at the edges. "I won't know until I do," she whispered, her hands fisting into the fabric of his suit as if he would disappear if she let go, it drove him insane, how uncharacteristically clung to him, and how exhilarated it made him feel.