"You said you love me? Then beg for it. Beg for my love. Show me-prove it again and again until I say yes."
Beatrix is a girl of few words, someone who keeps her emotions locked away, unwilling to let anyone close. After experiencing deep trust issu...
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Beatrix:
The world feels silent around me, as if time itself has slowed. I'm closing off everything else, focusing only on the fact that Ethan is holding me. His warmth, the steady pressure of his touch—it all wraps around me like a shield, making me feel safe, calm, and comfortable.
I shouldn't let this happen. My mind keeps telling me that, over and over, but my body refuses to listen. It's pulling me in the opposite direction, drawn to him in a way I can't explain. I never imagined he would come looking for me, yet here he is. And despite everything, I feel a sense of relief that he found me.
I'm such a fool.
"Can you stand?" Ethan asks, his voice low and steady.
I don't answer. Instead, I struggle slightly, my body shifting as if to signal that I want him to put me down. He slowly lowers me to the ground, his hands steadying me as I find my balance.
'You are not going with him' My mind screams, a sharp protest echoing in my thoughts as my eyes lock on Ethan's car parked ahead.
"Are you okay?" Ethan's voice was soft, his face lowering as I kept my gaze fixed downward.
"Yeah," I whispered, barely able to meet his eyes.
He hesitated for a moment, clearly unsure how to continue. "Beatrix, I know this is sudden, and... a bit confusing. It was a rush for me too. I like you." His voice trembled slightly, like he was waiting for my response.
My heart skipped, and I finally looked up. Our eyes met, the weight of his words hanging in the air between us.
"No, you don't have to feel stressed about it," he continued quickly, sensing my discomfort. "It's okay even if you don't want to say anything right now. And... what you said earlier, about begging me—if that's what you want, I'll do that too." His voice dropped low, intense.
I stared at him, stunned. What was he saying? What was he asking? I didn't want this. I didn't want him to like me, didn't want any of this confusion or pressure.
"I just want to go home," I said, my voice shaking. The words felt like they were caught in my throat, but I had to say something. I didn't know how to respond.
"Please, just... leave me be," I said again.
For a long moment, he didn't say anything.
"I'll drive you home," Ethan said, his voice gentle, as if offering a lifeline. But I couldn't go with him—not after what had just happened. Martha had told me that I was treating him like my personal driver, and I didn't want to lean on him like that. I didn't want to use him, not now, not like this.
