Celina remained silent, honoring the gravity of the moment. She simply reached for his arm, letting her fingers glide gently over his skin—a quiet way of saying, “Go on, I’m here.”

“I’ve always been decisive about everything,” he continued. “When I want something, I see it through. And I want you. I want a life with you. I want it even if I’m scared, even if I don’t quite know how to do it. But I need to know if you want this too. Really want it. Because I can’t take another heartbreak, Celina.