Elizabeth spent a long time recovering.
Pamela, still feeling guilty for ever pushing her toward Daniel, chose to stay by her side and help with everything from meals to daily
routines.
She rarely mentioned Daniel, and when she did, it was always accompanied by a venomous string of curses.
The whole ordeal had left her with an unusual side effect–she’d developed a full–blown allergy to good–looking men.
Anytime she saw a handsome guy, she’d mutter, “Ugh, another heartless pretty boy.”
But under Pamela’s steady companionship, Elizabeth slowly began to emerge from the darkness.
In early April, she packed her things and prepared to return to Arvania with Pamela to continue her studies.
Samson drove them to the airport, reluctant to let her go, and kept reminding her to take care of herself.
Just as the two of them approached the security line, a familiar figure stumbled into view. It was Daniel.
Wearing a loose hospital gown, he limped toward her, completely reckless in the way he moved as if nothing else mattered.
Pamela instantly stepped in front of Elizabeth, shielding her with her body. “You again? Why aren’t you dead yet, you psycho?” she snapped.
Daniel didn’t respond. His eyes locked on Elizabeth, desperation carved into every line of his face. “Elizabeth, please… don’t go. If you stay, I’ll give you everything I have.”
Elizabeth had never seen him like this–fragile, hollow, and broken. He looked like he had nothing left to give.
She said nothing at first.
Pamela shot her a worried glance, but Elizabeth gently squeezed her arm and stepped forward.
“Lizzy…” Daniel whispered, reaching out to her, but she stepped back, avoiding his touch, as if it would burn her.
Under Daniel’s devastated gaze, Elizabeth spoke softly. “You know… I once loved you with everything I had. Back then, when I was being bullied, you were the one who stood up for me.
“You were like a ray of light cutting through the darkness of my world. In my heart, I truly believed you were my salvation, someone I could trust with my entire life.
“Every moment I spent with you, I cherished. Even after I found out your intentions weren’t pure, I still clung to the hope that maybe you had felt something real, too.
“But in the end, you were the one who pushed me into the deepest, darkest place…and left me there without looking back.
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