Elijah's pov ;
Do I hate him?
As I gazed into his eyes, my mind raced with emotions and thoughts that didn't match. It would be so easy to say yes, to blame him for everything that had happened. But the truth was clear as day- I didn't hate him. I could never hate him.
Sure, I was angry and hurt. I wanted answers and closure, but deep down, he was too important, too precious, and too fragile for me to harbor any hatred towards him.
"I don't hate you," I murmured softly, my fingers gently caressing his cheek. His gorgeous brown eyes searched mine for any trace of deceit.
"But...I thought-" He seemed unsure, his brow furrowing in confusion. I held his gaze firmly, allowing my eyes to convey the unspoken words and emotions that swirled inside me.
I silenced him by placing a finger on his soft lips. "Shhh...just listen to me," I whispered, willing him to understand the depth of my feelings without having to utter a single word.
