Eleanora turned back toward Samir, her expression softening as the weight of his words settled over her, the uncertainty that had clouded her thoughts beginning to fade. "I didn't want to lose you either," she admitted quietly, her voice carrying a vulnerability she rarely allowed anyone to hear. "That's why I wanted you to explain." She had never wanted assumptions to become the end of them; she had needed to understand his side, to hear the truth from him instead of letting silence decide everything. Her blue eyes searched his face, studying every flicker of emotion, every hesitation, every unspoken confession lingering between them. When he told her that if she asked him to try again, he would do it in a heartbeat, her breath caught in her throat, hope cautiously blooming where heartbreak had taken root. The sincerity in his voice left little room for doubt, yet she still needed to hear the answer aloud. "So you still have feelings for me?" the dark-haired woman asked, her gaze never leaving his as she waited, afraid of the silence that might follow but unable to look away. "We did try, Samir. You think trying again would change things?"