69. Accepting him

IN THE BALCONY

Thea stands on the balcony, her tear-streaked face illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight. The night is quiet and serene, but her heart is heavy with sorrow. She clutches the balcony railing, feeling the weight of her perceived ill fate.

"Why does it always seem like nothing goes right for me? Am I destined to suffer and be unhappy forever?" She whispered to herself, hugging herself as her body with her sobs.

The soft rustle of leaves in the night breeze accompanied their tender embrace, as the moon continued its gentle watch over the scene. The balcony overlooked a picturesque cityscape, with twinkling lights in the distance, adding to the enchanting atmosphere. The scent of fresh flowers from nearby pots lingered in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of Thea's tears, a witch's tears.

As she sobs softly, Steven quietly emerges from the sliding glass door, sensing her pain. He approaches her from behind, his footsteps barely audible. He has followed her behind