The Storm That They Thought Ended
Anastasia stood in front of him, her face pale, barely able to stand as her legs trembled beneath her. Daniel knew she'd been running a high fever for two days since the day he chased her away, but he'd ignored it. Now, seeing her breaking down before him, crying, begging for forgiveness, it nearly shattered his resolve.
"Just tell me," she pleaded, her voice strained with pain, "what do you want me to do to make you forgive me… please…" She gulped, wincing as the ache in her throat intensified.
Daniel's eyes remained cold, but he averted his gaze, avoiding her tearful face. He was terrified that if he looked at her for too long, his walls would crumble, and he'd pull her into his arms.