Her beauty was undeniable, her presence soothing, and yet William couldn't shake the nagging doubt that lingered at the edge of his mind. She sat beside him on the bed, her fingers deftly picking up the bowl of porridge. The aroma filled the air, warm and comforting, but it did little to ease the turmoil within him.
"How are you now?" Elaine's voice was soft, her concern evident as she stirred the porridge, her movements slow and deliberate. She blew on the steaming spoonful before bringing it to his lips, her eyes watching him with an intensity that made his heart ache.
"I wanted to see you… I wasn't allowed…" Elaine's pout was endearing, a small gesture that tugged at the corners of his heart. She was hurt, and it pained him to see her like this, even though he knew the truth that lay beneath her words.
"I didn't want to see you hurt…" William's voice was tender as he reached out to hold her hand, the warmth of her skin grounding him in the moment.
