Black Magic

Chapter 25: Love Never Dies

AIDEN'S POV

I stumbled through the door, the weight of the alcohol heavy in my veins. The room seemed to spin as I struggled to focus on the figure before me.

Eleanor, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and disappointment, stood there, a stark contrast to the warmth I had once known in her presence.

"Eleanor," I slurred, reaching out for her, my hands trembling as I pleaded for her forgiveness. "Please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I just... I lost control."

Eleanor's voice was cold as ice as she demanded, "Get out."

I fell to my knees, my heart aching with the pain of my own actions. "Eleanor, please. I love you. You have to believe me."

Her gaze hardened, and she asked the question that cut deeper than any blade could. "Don't you still love Astrid?"

For a moment, I hesitated. The memories of my daughter flooded my mind, and I felt a pang of guilt. But I knew I had to be honest with Eleanor. "No, Eleanor. I love you. Only you. My relationship with her was a mistake!"

Tears welled up in my eyes as I screamed her name, my voice cracking with the intensity of my emotions. "I love you, Eleanor. I can't lose you too. Please, forgive me."

Eleanor stood there, her face a mask of pain and betrayal. I could see the struggle in her eyes as she tried to reconcile the man before her with the love she had once known. But in the end, her response was as cold as the night air.

"Get out," she repeated, her voice devoid of any emotion. "Leave me alone."

I rose unsteadily to my feet, my heart heavy with the weight of her rejection. As I stumbled out of the room, I knew that I had lost more than just Eleanor's forgiveness that night. I had lost a part of myself, a piece of the man I once was.

In the darkest corners of my soul, I begged for more. I begged for the chance to make things right, to prove to Eleanor that I was worthy of her forgiveness.

I cried out for her, my heart aching with the love I still held for her, a love that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.

I knew I had wronged her, and I knew that my actions had caused her pain. But in that moment, as I knelt in the darkness, all I could think of was how much I loved Eleanor. It was a love that consumed me, a love that I could not ignore or deny.

I pleaded with the universe, with fate, with whatever higher power might be listening. I begged for a sign, for a chance to show Eleanor that I was truly sorry, that I would do anything to make amends for the pain I had caused her.

As the tears streamed down my face, I clung to the hope that perhaps, just perhaps, Eleanor might find it in her heart to forgive me. I knew that I had to be deserving of her forgiveness, to prove that I was capable of change and redemption.