Elijah's pov ;
I want him, no doubt. I want him to stay by my side forever, but can I really forgive him and accept him?
Is this much anguish and pain enough? Has he endured sufficient punishment?
I brushed a soft kiss on his knuckles, feeling the warmth of his skin against my lips.
I'm tired, and I just want to let go of all these negative emotions and be free. Somewhere along the way, my desire for revenge had morphed into something else entirely.
It was no longer just physical attraction driving me towards him. It was something deeper, something I had been denying and pushing away for far too long. I have no idea when he started to penetrate my defences and making me feel things I had sworn to never feel again.
I couldn't imagine a life without him in it now. I don't know whether it was love or obsession. But my heart doesn't mind neither of the feeling.
