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36 The weight of one word
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His Tears, My Freedom 36 The weight of one word
Lila’s POVThe cheers erupt around me like thunder, loud and gleeful, echoing off the surrounding walls. Maren throws her arms in the air. Someone whistles. There’s clapping, hugging, laughter—pure celebration. Everyone’s happy. Everyone except me.I try to smile. I really do.But something in me just… doesn’t lift.Lior and I are announced as the winners of today’s challenge, and all I can do is stand there, caught in the middle of the noise, feeling like an intruder in a life that doesn’t belong to me.I want to feel what they feel. I want to know what it’s like to celebrate something—anything—and believe I earned it. But I can’t. My chest tightens as I try to clap with them, as I try to feel the joy dancing through the air. But all I feel is fear.Because every time it’s like this—when it feels like I’m finally close to winning—life always finds a way to remind me that I’m not. That I never really was. That I probably never will be.All my life, I’ve never known what it means to be
His Tears, My Freedom 35 A kind of freedom
Liam’s POV“Why are you so obsessed with going to Velmara Cove again today?” I ask, folding my arms across my chest as I rest a hand on the staircase railing. “You were just there yesterday for the event, weren’t you? So why are you so bent on spending the whole day there again? And come on, do I really need to go with you?”My voice is tired, not just from lack of sleep but from everything else. I try not to let the edge show too much, but I know she hears it.Claudia reaches for my hand quickly, wrapping her fingers around mine with that familiar dramatics of hers. Her face contorts into a plea, her lips trembling like she’s about to cry.“It’s just what my body wants,” she says softly, and then continues before I can respond. “Besides, I was only there for the night event yesterday—for the award ceremony. I didn’t get the time to really explore the resort. And the moment I stepped foot there last night, I just… loved it. The exclusivity, the serenity… everything. It felt like I cou
His Tears, My Freedom 34 Where the clue leads
Lior’s POVI chuckle—low and amused—as I watch her stumble over her words, cheeks flushed, fingers fiddling nervously with the hem of her shirt. She’s flustered. All because of me. And instead of stopping, I can’t help but smile even wider. She’s adorable when she’s trying to act unaffected. Like a kitten bristling at a breeze.“Lila,” I call after her teasingly as she turns to walk away, barely sparing me a glance. “Running already?”She throws a warning glare over her shoulder, half-serious, half-embarrassed, then bolts faster like she can outrun the heat between us. I smirk, adjusting the collar of my shirt and rolling my sleeves up as I make my way back to where the others are gathered.The moment I reach the group, Daryl spots me and lets out a breath, dragging out his words like he’s been holding them back. “Lior, we’ve been waiting for you to start.”“I’m here now,” I say casually, sliding into place beside Lila, “you can start.”She clears her throat, stiffening at my proximi
His Tears, My Freedom 33 How can one person…
Lila’s POVThe morning sun spills lazily across the path as Maren and I make our way toward the game area—the same spot we go to every other morning, like a routine carved in stone. There’s a soft breeze in the air, the kind that carries whispers if you listen closely. Maren is unusually quiet beside me, her head tilted like she’s studying a puzzle only she can see. I glance at her from the corner of my eye, noticing the way her lips purse slightly and the sound she makes with her teeth—a click that usually comes when she’s about to ask something that could ruin my peace.“Where went you last night, Lila?” she says suddenly, her voice low but curious, like she’s trying not to startle the truth out of me.I freeze.My breath hitches, and my eyes widen before I can help it. My throat works around a lump as I croak out, “What?” The word falls from my lips before I can catch it, like a pebble dropped into silence.Maren stops walking. I stop too.“Come to think of it…” she says, eyebrows
His Tears, My Freedom 32 Just us
Lior’s POVI pull back slowly from the kiss, breath catching in my throat. My thumb grazes her cheek, wiping away the tears still clinging to her soft skin. Her eyes—those warm brown eyes—shimmer like they’re holding every fragile piece of her together. I hold her gaze, a soft smile curling on my lips despite the ache in my chest.“I don’t like it when you cry, Lila,” I say gently, my voice thick. “It makes me lose every sense of reasoning. Just like now—I couldn’t hold back anymore.”She blinks at me, the tears still pooling. My hand lingers near her face, careful, open.“I’m not trying to confuse you,” I continue. “And I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed by any of this. I just… I just want to be someone you can lean on. When the world feels like too much, I want you to know I’ll be there.”I take in her face—torn, trembling, so heartbreakingly unsure—and I step closer.“I’ve fallen for you, Lila. And I’m done hiding it. I don’t want to spend another minute pretending I’m okay just
His Tears, My Freedom 31 Too Real
Lila’s POVThe hallway outside is quiet. Too quiet.My heels echo softly as I walk, fast and aimless, each step pushing me further from the laughter, the claps, the weight of Claudia’s voice. I pass a few waiters along the way, a couple holding trays of wine, one adjusting a floral arrangement by the entry wall. They nod politely, but I don’t stop. I can’t.Cool air brushes against my skin as I finally push open the door leading out to the side garden. The breeze is light, scented with something floral, something expensive. I close my eyes for a moment, drawing in a shaky breath.You’re okay, Lila. You’re okay.But I’m not.That speech—her voice—her calling Liam “the love of her life” while rubbing her belly… it was all a show. And yet, it worked. It got under my skin. And that smile, that moment our eyes met—I know she enjoyed every second of my reaction.I take a few more steps down the path lined with soft lights, letting my hand trail over a trimmed bush just to ground myself. But
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