Lyria, who had almost fully recovered her composure, followed his gaze and nodded. "Yes, it is. And no one is there at the moment."
The amusement faded from Noah's face.
Slowly, something else replaced it. His expression grew quieter. Heavier. His blue eyes lowered slightly, the way they did when something was pressing down on him from the inside.
"That's actually... why I came here today," he said, his voice lower now. "I wanted to use it. To confess some things that have been weighing on me for a while. Things I've done that I can't quite put down."
Lyria's gaze shifted to him.
The playfulness from before had completely disappeared from his face. What remained was something honest and a little tired, like a person who had been carrying something quietly for too long.
Her chest tightened without her meaning for it to.
She was a kind person by nature. She couldn't help it.
