Elizabeth's eyes softened as she gazed at Noah, her gaze piercing as if no one else existed.
"It has been a while," she finally said, her voice a gentle whisper.
Noah's face was a mask of restrained anger and sorrow. "A lot has happened since the curse you laid," he replied, his tone harsh and accusatory.
"I know," Elizabeth responded calmly, her eyes still fixed on his.
"Of course, you know," Noah snapped. "You are the cause, so you should know. You should clap for yourself, maybe throw a party in your ghost land, and celebrate because you have done it—you have made my life hell."
A bitter smile curled Elizabeth's lips. "I loved you, Noah. I only became your friend so I could get close to you and show you how much I love you. I was already getting to you until she came along and snatched you from me."