"That's…not…I don't think he would," Ezra says, though the words didn't come out as firm as he wanted them to.
They sounded unsure.
Even to him.
He honestly didn't know how to react to that claim.
After years of believing—no, convincing himself—that Alyce and Helios' relationship was stable, that their engagement was something solid and inevitable.
That was the image he carried all these years.
Helios and Alyce.
Perfect.
The ideal couple.
Something that didn't need to be questioned.
'That's how it's always been,' Ezra thought, his fingers curling slightly against his palm. 'That's what I believed.'
"You really don't think so?" Alyce asks, leaning forward just slightly now, her gaze fixed on him. "Be honest, please. Not as Helios' friend, but perhaps mine."
Her eyes were wide.
Soft.
Almost fragile in a way that didn't match the confidence she had carried earlier.
It almost reminded Ezra of a doe.
