Florian could see Scarlett's lips quiver as her composure finally cracked.
"You truly think so?" she asked, her voice fragile, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.
'She really is like a little sister.' Florian thought, an affectionate warmth stirring in his chest as he reached out and placed a steady hand on top of her curly hair.
He gently petted her, slow and careful, the way one comforts someone who's close to breaking.
"Yes. I'm sure," Florian said softly, though his voice carried a quiet strength meant to steady her.
He paused, his words catching in his throat as his heart suddenly gave a sharp, unexpected throb. "…It's natural to think you don't deserve something. But that doesn't mean it's true. And even if it is true—that you still don't deserve her—then earn it. Redeem yourself until you can finally forgive yourself."
