Page 251 of Nemesync
I looked up at him, searching for sincerity, and he met my gaze with a promise etched in his features, like he knew I was waiting for an answer in those eyes.
“What if I fail?” I choked out.
He pulled me closer, running his fingers through my hair. “I’ll never let you fail. Just try, baby.”
“Okay,” I whispered between sobs.
“Okay?”
“Yes.”No.
He placed another kiss on my forehead, murmuring, “My obsession, I’ll protect you, even from yourself. And I’ll love you more than any human could ever.”
“Don’t. I don’t want you to be disappointed,” I whispered.
“Never, I’d rather love you too much than not enough.”
Would you still love me if I shut down completely, Elijah? Would you still take the risk to hold a broken thing and hurt yourself in the process?
He wouldn’t because you’re chaos, you’re the darkness he needs to escape, you’re fucking destruction and pain.
I chose not to reply, simply leaving a kiss on his neck and nestling back into his arms, my head resting on his chest, my thoughts clouding the little space I had left.
Silence—And here I am overthinking again.
How does he love me so much?
It’s consuming, overwhelming. And I’m grateful, eternally so, but I can’t understand why. How can one love someone useless?
Someone broken beyond repair.
I just can’t shake this idea from my mind—I’m causing things I never asked for, and it’s just too much to handle. I feel empty and only truly at peace in Elijah’s arms, but I can’t continue like this.
I can’t bear the thought that I killed the only human I loved. What if I kill them too? I already proved to be a danger to my only friend, and she’s now dead.
Elijah carefully ascended the stairs, holding me in his arms like a cherished prize.
And I let him. Because for the first time in my life. A man was taking care of me. A man didn’t abuse me.
In the bedroom, he gently laid me down on the bed, his gaze searching mine as if trying to decipher the source of my pain.
But this pain was beyond his control, or mine.
This pain was a desperate ache carved in every part of my being.
Slowly, he lifted my shirt, placing a soft kiss on my abdomen. “You’re stronger than you think. This,” he gestured to my wound, “doesn’t define you. You’re so much more than flesh and blood, Zanae.”
“Thank you,” I exhaled.
“Promise me you’ll stay safe and stop scaring the hell out of me.”
Instead of replying, I kissed him, not wanting to delve into the conversation right now. I just needed to feel his love and his presence.
I needed it to survive.
Lying in bed, my thoughts refused to leave me. He sensed that I was in a place I didn’t like. He turned toward me, his deep gaze meeting mine. A corner of his lips curled into a sad smile, and he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
“Don’t go there.”
