I was in the middle of a war with myself as a tiny glimmer of hope rising from the depths of my heart pushed its way into a greater pedestal. Would he prove himself worthy?
I held my phone close to my ear and I whispered in reply, "Then prove me you are different, Bash. Show me actions, for words aren't enough. And so is the promise of love."
Bash inhaled as he heard my challenge. It wasn't at all different from before. He knew I was still skeptical, and if he really wanted me to believe him, he should be ready to go beyond words.
"I know, Elizabeth, I know," he whispered softly, "Now that I know your past, the hurt that you have been traumatized with, I know how I should approach you."
There was a certain pause before Bash continued. I heard his words echo from the other end, and I was left with nothing to say as a lump got stuck in my throat.
"This time around, I won't let go of your hand, Elizabeth Jennings. In this life, I will stay."
