"Why.." I reasked him softly.
He picked me up, and I clung to him like a small child, with my arms around his neck and my legs around his body.
He walked toward the sofa and sat us down with me straddling him, and I buried my face in the crook of his neck.
“Why do you keep hurting me, Damian? Don’t you know how much I love you? Don’t you know you are one of the reasons that made me try hard to survive in those five days?” I sobbed.
“Tell me what you want from me, Baby girl,” he whispered ever so softly.
“I want you to love me. I want you not to hurt me anymore. I want you to be honest with me. I want you in my life, not because I forced you to, not because you feel guilty, but because you truly love me. I want you to make me your wife. I want to spend forever with you..” I sobbed harder.
“Baby girl, please look at me,” he said softly.
I shook my head. I didn’t want to see him when he said he would leave me.
