As the days passed, Edward slowly regained his strength. Wren nursed him back to health, changing his bandages, feeding him, and sitting with him in silence when he needed it. But despite her kindness, Edward couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach.
One day, as Wren was cleaning his belongings, she stumbled upon a small vial of poison. It was empty, but the label was still intact. Wren's eyes widened as she read the words "lythorin" - a poison notorious for its deadly efficiency.
A chill ran down Wren's spine as she realized the truth. Edward hadn't been attacked or poisoned by accident. He had tried to take his own life. Wren's mind reeled with questions and emotions. Why had Edward wanted to die? What had driven him to such desperation? And why had she interfered?
As she looked at Edward, who was watching her with a mixture of fear and shame, Wren knew that she had to confront him about what she had discovered.
One day, as Wren was changing his bandages, Edward caught her gaze. "Why did you save me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Wren's hands paused, and she looked away, her eyes clouding over. "I couldn't just let you die," she said finally.
Edward's gaze lingered on her face, searching for answers. "You didn't know me," he said. "You didn't know what I'd done or what I wanted. Why did you interfere?"
Wren's eyes flashed back to his, a spark of defensiveness igniting within them. "I couldn't just stand by and watch someone die," she repeated.
Edward's gaze dropped, and he looked away, his mind reeling with emotions. He knew that Wren had saved his life, but he couldn't help feeling like she'd also stolen his chance at peace.
As the silence between them grew, Wren spoke up again. "What was it like?" she asked, her voice soft. "What made you want to...?"
Edward's gaze snapped back to hers, a warning flashing in his eyes. "Don't ask me that," he growled.
Wren's face fell, and she looked away, her hands trembling as she finished changing his bandages. The air between them grew thick with tension, and Edward knew that he'd crossed a line.
But he couldn't help it. He was trapped in a living nightmare, and Wren's questions had only served to remind him of the life he'd left behind.
It had been nearly two months since Edward had arrived at Wren's cottage, a small, secluded dwelling on the outskirts of a dense forest. The passing of time had been marked only by the changing seasons, the blooming of wildflowers, and the slow, agonizing healing of Edward's wounds.
As the days turned into weeks, Edward struggled to come to terms with his new reality. He was alive, but he didn't know why. He'd been given a second chance, but he didn't know what to do with it.
And Wren, the woman who'd saved his life, was now a constant reminder of his own mortality. Her presence haunted him, a ghostly reminder of the life he'd tried to leave behind.
Edward's eyes drifted towards Wren, who was sitting in the corner of the room, her eyes fixed on the floor. He felt a pang of guilt and anger, mixed with a deep-seated fear. What did she want from him? Why had she saved him?
The questions swirled in his mind, taunting him like a specter. Edward knew that he had to confront Wren, to demand answers from her. But as he looked into her eyes, he felt a spark of uncertainty. Was he ready for the truth?
Wren's eyes met Edward's, and she saw the fear and uncertainty there. She knew that he was hiding something, and she was determined to uncover the truth.
"Who are you?" Wren asked, her voice firm but guarded.
Edward's eyes narrowed, and he looked away. "I'm no one," he muttered.
Wren's eyes lingered on Edward's face, searching for answers. She knew that he was lying, and she was determined to uncover the truth. "Don't play games with me," she said, her voice firm. "I saved your life. The least you can do is tell me the truth."
Edward's gaze snapped back to hers, a flash of anger in his eyes. But Wren stood her ground, her eyes locked on his. She knew that she had to push him, to force him to confront the secrets he kept hidden.