Ella“Ella, why are you always so hell-bent on pushing me away?”Logan’s words, filling the silence left in the wake by the movie, made my stomach twist up in knots that I had never expected. I swallowed, unsure of how to respond.“W-What?” I asked, leaning back a bit in my chair. “What are you saying?”Logan scoffed as he set down the TV remote next to his plate of pizza, which was half-eaten. “You’re always pushing me away,” he said. “It’s always a game of hot and cold with you. I never know whether you’ll open up or close yourself off even more.”A slight chill ran down my spine at Logan’s words—because they were right. But I wasn’t ready to admit it. Not yet.“I’m not hell-bent on pushing you away,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper, but even as the words left my lips, they felt hollow, unconvincing.Logan’s expression was one of frustration mixed with sadness. I could tell that he didn’t believe me, and why should he? “Ella,” he said, “every time it seems like you’re f

Ella “Your turn.” The afterglow of Logan’s successful tattoo, which he thankfully loved, was short-lived once those words left his lips. I had been grinning from ear to ear as I watched him admire his new tattoo; it was the simple outline of a wolf’s head, simple and understated yet unique and, if I may say so myself, utterly handsome on him. 

Logan In the dead of night, the silence of my room felt oppressive, almost as if there was a tangible weight on my chest. It was almost two o’clock in the morning, and yet I wasn’t even close to finding sleep. My mind was a battlefield, thoughts of Ella, her past, and her reluctance to trust me swirling in a relentless storm. I wanted to empathize, to understand her pain, but frustration clawed at me. How could I make her see that I had changed, that my feelings for her were

Ella The house felt eerily quiet after the sound of Logan’s car and its screeching tires faded away into the distance. This wasn’t like the Logan I knew; he was usually so calm and collected, and always seemed to have things under control. Why was this fortune so important to him that he was acting like this? 

Ella As I was driven home that day, after a day filled with confusion, raw emotions, and newfound allies, I felt utterly exhausted. But the day was far from over. I knew that Logan would likely be waiting for me when I arrived back at the mansion, and I was certain that the conversation we were bound to have would be