Elizabeth's point of view:“Sorry for your loss.”“He was a good man.”A few people murmured as they walked into the house, offering their condolences to Richard. I nodded politely, forcing a small smile.“Thank you,” I replied on Richard’s behalf.It had been a week since William died. Richard wasn’t himself. He hadn't cried—at least not yet—but he was distant, quiet. Sometimes I’d find him staring at nothing, completely lost in thought.Over the past few days, I’d barely left his side. He didn’t talk much to anyone except me, and I was the only person he let his guard down around. He let me handle everything—all the condolence messages, planning the funeral—and I did it willingly, wanting to ease the weight off him as the only child.I hadn’t brought up Laura, but I had seen her missed call on his phone and the message she had sent. I showed them to Richard, but we both agreed to ignore them.I still was angry, but I also knew this wasn’t the time to talk about her.“Would you like
Elizabeth's Point of View:“Who?” I stuttered, feeling like a boulder had just hit my chest. I stared at her, stunned.“What are you doing here?” Richard asked, eyes blazing—but it wasn’t the question I expected him to ask. He didn’t ask how she was here. wasn’t she supposed to be dead ?“I saw your picture on the blog,” she said. “You got engaged...I.." She began and Richard caught her off again. "What are you doing here?" Richard kept asking the wrong questions."I knew you’d bring her here, this is the same cabin you brought me on our honeymoon remember? Laura said and my gaze shifted to Richard.He closed his eyes, biting his lower lips, his fist clenching as though his patience was running thin. Then she answered his question, "I thought I could stay away but I can't, seeing you with another woman" she said, taking a step closer as though trying to hold him but he took a step back. "Stop it, Just stop...,” Richard snapped, cutting her off. “just get out of here""I stood there
Elizabeth's point of view;My face curved into a wide smile. I couldn’t believe it—I got paid to organize my own proposal.Richard eyes fixed on mine like I was the only thing that mattered.I froze. My breath caught in my throat. As I got closer to him, he took my hand gently, and then he began to speak.“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Elizabeth.”His voice shook a little, he sounded nervous. “When you came into my life, I was a mess... a broken man. I’d stopped believing in a lot of things. I never thought I could love again—honestly, I didn’t think I had anything left to give. But then you showed up.”He paused, a faint smile touching his lips as he gently rubbed his thumb against my hand.“You didn’t just teach me how to love again... you taught me how to love better. Freely. Fearlessly. You are love to me.”My eyes welled up, but he wasn’t done.“You’re my best friend. My peace. My good luck charm. Every part of my life got better with you in it, and now I can’
Elizabeth's point of view:My heart skipped a beat. I had said a lot to William—things I probably should’ve never said.“Why do you ask?” I said quickly, trying to sound casual, but I felt the sweat gathering on my face. Did I make it worse?Before Richard could answer, I waved it off.“I said a lot to him… probably too much. But can we not talk about him? Can we just talk about us?” I moved closer to him, not wanting my outburst at William to ruin our beautiful moment.“You have no idea how much I missed you,” I whispered, closing the space between us. My fingers brushed his shirt, lingering like I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to touch him yet. “I know you’re upset but—”“I’m not,” he cut in gently, shaking his head. “I could never be upset with you. I was hurt, yes… but I also respected your decision.”I swallowed, eyes on the buttons of his shirt. “That was a stupid decision,” I muttered, and he smiled as I raised my head, fixing my gaze on him.“The reason I said no was stupid. It
Elizabeth's Point of View:A week later.“Are you sure about this?” Maxwell asked as we stood right outside the hospital Richard’s father had been admitted to. It had been weeks—no texts, no calls. Nobody knew where Richard was or how to reach him. And it was killing me.It took Richard disappearing for me to realize just how much I loved him. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t think straight. And at this point, all I wanted—desperately—was to know that he was okay.“I am,” I nodded.Thanks to Sabrina, Maxwell and I had gotten in touch. He was Richard’s best friend, and even he hadn’t heard from him in weeks—until recently, when he found out that Richard came into the hospital every day at exactly 2 p.m. to check on his father… and then disappeared again.“You understand you’ll have to go into Mr. William’s room—and actually stay there until Richard shows up,” Maxwell reminded me for what felt like the hundredth time. There was apparently a private door Richard always used—one only he knew
Elizabeth's point of view: My smile faltered slightly as I stared at Richard, his eyes glistening with hope. What was I supposed to say? After everything he had just done for me..."I..." I stuttered, pausing, then slowly set the documents down. "I'm sorry," I forced out, shaking my head. "I can't," I whispered. "I'm really sorry," I added, gently pulling my hand away from his.Richard's eyes narrowed as he looked at me."I'm really grateful for all this... but I can't take it either," I said, nudging the documents back toward him.He looked down at them, then at me again."Don't get me wrong, Elizabeth. I'm not trying to buy you—""I know," I cut in with a nod.Richard sighed, then slowly pushed the documents back to me."This isn’t about whether you're with me or not. I just thought... maybe this was the right time to ask," he said as he got to his feet a faint smile on his lips. "I probably shouldn’t have." He sighed."I understand if you don’t want to be with me. I’d never force