Deep within the swirling abyss of Matthew's Sea of Consciousness, Verde sat in silence, watching the spectacle of his struggle play out through the memories of his mind.
Schwartz... you are always like this, her voice carrying a rare, melancholic weight.
An enigma.
Someone who always pushes forward alone, rejecting everyone and everything around you.
Her mind drifted back to the quiet moments they had shared inside this vast, internal world.
She remembered the honest, unpolished version of him. The way he had awkwardly handed her those vibrant, meticulously cared-for flowers pulled straight from the soil of his previous memories.
He didn't know how to comfort, nor did he know how to connect properly, yet he had tried anyway in his own clumsy, stubborn manner.
Verde let out a soft sigh,
.....
A faint smile graced her lips.
...I must have gotten soft.
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One more step....
