OPHELIA'S POV
I looked at Xavier as he looked down. His face filled with this guilt without any regret. He felt guilty for disappointing me but didn't regret killing himself.
"Look, I'm not perfect, okay? I smoke but at least I don't forget to take my meds."
I don't know how absurd this conversation can get.
"Smoking kills you. Do you hear me? A cigarette is a fucking knife that keeps stabbing your lungs until you can't breathe. Why don't you understand?"
My voice broke at the end.
I was scared.
I was scared that I wouldn't be able to save him.
The demons of his past haunted him till this date and I was scared that I wasn't strong enough to fight them.
Hell, I barely managed to fight my own.
I was scared that Azrail would reach him before I could.
"Oh I am sorry, Ophelia, that I am not the guy you thought I was. I'm sorry, bit if you can't accept me the way I am then I don't think we can be friends. or anything more."
