Ethan's POV
Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly as she buried her face against my chest.
Her usual cold and indifferent facade was nowhere to be found and right now she was just a fragile and vulnerable girl who needed my comfort.
I patted her back and stroked her hair as I let her cry to her heart's extent. My crisp white shirt gradually dampened as she released whatever pain had been weighing on her.
I didn't rush her or ask any more questions. I simply held her and waited for the storm of her emotions to pass.
Finally, her sobs softened into quiet whimpers and in a broken whisper, she spoke against my chest.
"Why is fate so cruel to me? Why? Why?" Her voice, though it sounded weak, carried so much pain that it made my chest tighten.
"Why did you have to come into my life now? I had already accepted my sealed fate… but you had to come and pour even more salt into my wounds!"
