"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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Ethan :
The door swung inward, revealing Emma, her gaze fixed on me with an intensity that bordered on accusation.
"Your timing is wrong," she declared, her voice laced with a desperate edge. "And where the hell have you been? Disappearing for almost two days?"
I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "Ugh, I was stuck somewhere."
She didn't budge, just stared at me for a long beat before muttering, "What... come inside." Emma stepped aside, giving me just enough space to slip through the door.
My eyes swept the living room, "Where is she?"
"Her room. But don't rush." Emma's tone was dry, her eyes narrowing slightly. "She'll probably throw you out of the window."
"Is she..." I raised an eyebrow, searching for the right word. "Angry?"
"Can't say it's anger," she countered, her expression serious. "I'd put it more like... the end of the world, for her."
Her words hung in the air, but before I could respond, she spoke again.
"You were gone for a day and a half, without a word. She was really looking forward to seeing you. But you just vanished, like a ghost. Phone switched off, apartment empty. Yeah, I know, maybe it looks normal from our perspective, but not hers." She fixed me with a sharp look.
"Ugh... okay, but I'm still a little lost." I pressed my lips together, trying to grasp what she was saying but still not fully getting it.
"She tried to contact you," Emma explained, her voice softening slightly. "She even went to your apartment. But in the end... she broke down." She sighed, the sound heavy with unspoken emotion. "I mean, she thought you were gone, Ethan. As I said, it may seem like little things to us, but for her, it feels like the end of the world. She projects this image of independence, of strength, but at the end of the day, she's lonely, fragile. Even the smallest things can hurt her. Just stop here if you want to. But if you continue like this, and if her past things repeat in the future..." Her gaze locked onto mine, unwavering. "I don't think she'll ever trust anyone again." Emma's voice dropped to almost a whisper.
I froze, the weight of her words hitting me hard. My gaze fell to the floor, processing everything she'd said.
I didn't say a word as I made my way toward Beatrix's room. Standing before the door, I hesitated for a moment, staring at it as if trying to gather my thoughts. "Beatrix..." I murmured her name, my voice barely more than a whisper.
No response came from the other side. I opened my mouth to call her again, but before I could, the door slowly creaked open. There she stood, framed by the threshold—her gaze meeting mine, sharp and unyielding, as though she were silently demanding an explanation.
