Elena's POV
Thunder rumbled outside, echoing alongside my painful screams as they bounced off the walls of the room. The storm outside was relentless, matching the chaos happening inside me. My grip on Asher’s hand tightened as I whimpered through the next sharp wave of pain. I could feel my heart breaking under the weight of uncertainty, the fear creeping up my spine.
"It hurts," I gasped, my body shivering from a mixture of rain and terror. Asher's expression twisted with helplessness and fear, but he tried to steady his voice. "I know love, but this should take the pain away, okay?" His fingers gently smoothed my soaked hair, pressing a soft kiss against my forehead as if that alone could protect me from everything crashing down around us.
"I thought I could do this," I whispered brokenly, hot tears mixing with the rain still clinging to my cheeks. His head shook fiercely as he met my eyes. "No. Don’t you dare say sorry. Nothing’s wrong," he finished firmly, though his gaze betrayed
