Chapter 77: The Open Door
A lot of time had passed, but time has this habit—it keeps moving, yet lingers where a wound still aches.
Tenzin came back as if nothing had happened. As if every rumor Suhina had spread, every whisper, every melting glance—was just the ash of some old tale.
"Hi, beautiful,"
He said. And with that one word, the rusted locks inside my chest creaked open again.
Nami looked at me. I looked at Nami. There were questions in both our eyes—but no answers.
Tenzin laughed, like he knew something—something we didn't.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
He leaned against the corner of my desk. Mischief flickered in his eyes. But deep down, there was fatigue too. Maybe regret? Maybe longing? Or maybe just a habit?
I said, "Just... getting through the days."