Elowen’s POV
"I really love you, Elowen. And I can't live without you even for a moment." The raw honesty in Theron’s voice, the quiet acceptance of a painful truth, cracked something open within me. The dam of guilt and confusion that had been building for days finally broke, replaced by a surge of conflicting emotions – a deep affection for the man standing before me, a shared history that ran deeper than blood, and a profound sadness for the undeniable shift in our connection.
Without conscious thought, I reached out, my hands finding the familiar contours of his face, my fingers tangling in the damp strands of his dark hair. And then, I kissed him.
It wasn’t a kiss born of rekindled passion or a sudden surge of romantic love. It was a kiss of acknowledgment, a silent understanding of the profound bond we shared, a desperate attempt to bridge the chasm that had opened between us. It was a kiss filled with a bittersweet tenderness, a poignant expression of the deep affection that wo
