Page 15 of Unbreak Me

"Congratulations. I’m just a bit skeptical about it. The chances are so low."

The omega glanced toward the booth. "I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but Storm recognized True Mate couples in the past. He has this special ability… he sees glowing colors around people. If they’re the same and very vibrant, it can be IT!"

I stared at him with a neutral-polite expression, schooling my face to hide my disbelief.

Damien lowered his voice. "I called Storm on my way here. He was very upset. He told me he just saw a bright golden halo around two people. But one of them ran away. Could this be about you?"

I felt silly. "Well… Ididrun away. That’s correct. But I saw no glow."

Damien grinned. "Storm said you two look like two halves of the same soul—split, torn, and hurt, but craving to be whole again."

Something constricted in my throat, and I quickly averted my eyes, fighting against treacherous emotions.

"That… would be beautiful, but I’m a realist. Those things belong in romance books."

The redhead pouted. "I guess we’ll see about it, won’t we?"

I carefully nodded. "Yes, time will tell."

It’s not that I completely disregarded his strange words. I made an effort to listen with an open mind, trying to fight off my relentless pessimism.

Maybe allowing more hope into my life meant being proactive—like talking to Day despite his seemingly obvious rejection. Could this be the first step in the right direction?

People had their reasons for behaving in certain ways. While I wanted life to be simple, it… simply was wishful thinking. So, for a change, I could start by trying one more time.

Nolan and Day were talking. Day’s body language showed resistance at first, but then he suddenly shrugged, clearly giving in. The case guardian nodded at me.

Slowly, with some hesitation, I grasped the handle, opened the door to the glass booth, and stepped inside, breaking through my fear.

"Good luck!" the redheaded omega whispered behind me.

The inside smelled of cigarettes, but that was no surprise. Nolan unfolded two small stools from under Day’s seat and placed them next to me.

We both sat down. It felt strange to suddenly find myself in such close proximity to Day, and my heart was galloping. I was pretty sure they could both hear it just as clearly as I could heartheirs—Storm’s was calm and steady, while Day’s was also quite elevated.

My gaze shifted across Day’s face. It was narrow, with a small jaw, high cheekbones, sunken cheeks, and tightly clenched lips. His nose was thin, and he wore small wire-frame glasses that looked old and slightly crooked. His brown hair was tied in a tight bun at the nape of his neck.

The one thing that really stood out about his face was his eyes—large and the color of dark, stormy clouds, a mix of gray, steel, and pigeon hues. They were framed by long, thick eyelashes—definitely the kind of eyes that drew attention. If it weren’t for those ugly glasses, he would’ve looked much more attractive. Unfortunately, the effect was further ruined by his unhealthy complexion—a typical smoker’s pallor, grayish-yellow and sickly. In addition, he had dark circles under his eyes.

I couldn’t say he looked particularly favorable. Most alphas would probably dismiss him right away. But the thought that he too had been dismissed—written off—somehow riveted me. I don’t know why. Maybe because we were both… leftovers?

At 5’9", he was tall for an omega, which wasn’t ideal for my situation. But he was also very skinny, which gave him a fragile, willowy look—like a gust of wind could knock him over.

My gaze lingered on his delicate, long neck, though his glands were hidden beneath his turtleneck. His shoulders were narrow, his hands small and bony. I found myself staring at those hands for a moment, feeling oddly tempted to reach out and take one into mine and… what? Hold it? Ridiculous.

His whole body seemed frail, but at the same time, there was something svelte and sublime about him. And it strangely… excited me? He was like a flower tossed by stormy winds. I had the distinct feeling that what Storm Nolan had told me was true. I could sense it—Day’s pain just lurking under the surface.

And then this happened.

When I blinked, I suddenly saw a bizarre flash of the two of us—me hugging him, shielding him from the merciless wind, my lips brushing against his pale cheek… moving over his cold skin, caressing it with gentle kisses.

What? I blinked again, shooing the vision away.

Crazy. Really, I’d lost it.

"Day, this is Mr. Jan Wilson," Nolan introduced me.

Day didn’t respond, nor did he shake my hand. He just stared at my face, his expression hostile and bitter.

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