Self-pity

The fake love didn’t last. I should have known it wouldn’t. I’d asked Elliot for something that he would have never given me willingly. Knowing him, he probably bit back vomit for that grueling forty-eight hours.

I also should have known that he would leave.

I’d fallen in love with a coward. That much was true when he’d told me he couldn’t do this anymore.

“Lilliana. I can’t do this,” Elliot stated, the tone of his voice as cold as ice.

“What do you mean?”

I know what’s coming. I’ve known it for days..... I’m just not ready to admit it. I never thought I’d see the day when I didn’t want Elliot to leave me. Seven months ago, I would have easily shoved the boot Tessa left me up his ass and kicked him to the curb. Now the very thought breaks my heart in two.

“I think I should go back to Valtarin....” Again, he’d said the words with no emotion. It shouldn't hurt. I've been preparing for this conversation. But damn, it feels like a searing hot blade to the chest.

“Okay.”

“Ok