Paul's eyes, despite the exhaustion and torment he had endured, sparkled with joy at the sight of me. The dark circles under his eyes were a stark reminder of the sleepless nights he had endured, and I couldn't help but feel a heavy burden of guilt settle upon my shoulders. This was all my fault, I thought, for the choices I had made.
His words, laced with bitterness, cut through the silence between us, "You came here for me, didn't you, Elena? You left that bastard, didn't you?"
I hesitated for a moment, torn between the truths I had come to realize and the deep connection I still felt for Paul. Ignoring his question, I diverted the conversation, my voice filled with concern, "Why haven't you been eating?"
A wistful smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he replied, "Because I knew that if I die, I'll see you."
