Chapter 43

Mecael

I focused on her figure. Steadily, she stopped shaking. The hands covering her face dropped to her laps. Her stained filled eyes were raised to my figure that towered above her

"Wha–what?" She gave me a pleading look. Like she was silently begging for what I had said to be true. For it not to be some words she heard because she wanted to.

I squatted beside her. One of my knee touches the ground.

"I love you." I repeated.

She wiped the tears away though most had already dried. The mascara spread further all over her face.

"You–you do?" Her voice was low and shaky.

I smiled with my lips sealed in a tight line. "Of course." I opened up my arms.

"Please don't that." She pushed herself from me suddenly rising to her feet. "Don't give me hopes." She shook her head frantically her hair swishing from side to side. "Don't."

I remained in my position. My gaze focused intently on her.

Was i giving her hopes that I was not going to act upon? As far as I knew I was saving Aria and I fro