Chapter 57: I will help him
Elijah’s pov ;
Do I hate him?
As I gazed into his eyes, my mind raced with emotions and thoughts that didn’t match. It would be so easy to say yes, to blame him for everything that had happened. But the truth was clear as day- I didn’t hate him. I could never hate him.
Sure, I was angry and hurt. I wanted answers and closure, but deep down, he was too important, too precious, and too fragile for me to harbor any hatred towards him.
"I don’t hate you," I murmured softly, my fingers gently caressing his cheek. His gorgeous brown eyes searched mine for any trace of deceit.
"But...I thought-" He seemed unsure, his brow furrowing in confusion. I held his gaze firmly, allowing my eyes to convey the unspoken words and emotions that swirled inside me.
I silenced him by placing a finger on his soft lips. "Shhh...just listen to me," I whispered, willing him to understand the depth of my feelings without having to utter a single word.
As he lay on top of me, his warm breaths began to synchronize with mine, creating a comforting rhythm that calmed my racing heart. The sterile smell of the hospital room mixed with the scent of his skin as I continued to caress his back, trying to find the right words to express the emotional turmoil stirring inside me. The only sounds were the faint hum of machinery and our steady breathing, providing a sense of solace in the midst of chaos.
I took a deep breath and summoned all my courage. "Ash," I began, gazing into his confident eyes that made my stomach flutter. "I...I don’t know how to say this."
He shifted slightly, his gaze never leaving mine, and I felt a rush of nerves at his closeness. "Say what?" His voice was hoarse from all the screaming and crying, but there was a gentleness to it that tugged at my heartstrings.
I fidgeted with his hair as I tried to put my thoughts into words. "I’ve been thinking a lot...about us. About everything that’s happened."