Belle's mouth was gaping; her eyes blinking and her heart was beating so fast as if someone was chasing her. It felt like her heart mirrored the one inside Eli's chest. Both were thumping loudly like a drum.
"E-Eli, I..." She didn't know what to say. She wasn't even sure if the confession was real or something she was playing in her dream. (No, I won't even dream of this.) She told herself and pinched her thigh. It was so painful that she teared up. "It's real," she muttered to herself which stunned Eli.
"Of course, this is real. I'm not fake nor am I a product of your imagination,"
"But the Eli I know won't love a woman like me. Are you possessed?"
Now, Eli was starting to get worried. Belle was looking at him with disbelief crossing her eyes. He could tell that she wasn't accepting this event right now, and he couldn't understand why.
"Belle, won't you accept me?"
