บททั้งหมดของ Against all odds : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Cecilia’s POVI couldn’t stop thinking about that night.No matter how hard I tried to brush it off, to tell myself it was just a drunken mistake, my mind kept returning to it. The feel of Elliott beside me, the warmth of his skin, the way his arms had wrapped around me like he was holding onto something onto me.It should have been embarrassing. It should have been something I wanted to forget.But I didn’t.I wanted to remember every second of it.And maybe that was the problem.I let out a long breath, running my fingers through my hair as I sat on the edge of my bed. I had spent the whole morning thinking about it, trying to piece together what it meant, what he thought it meant.Elliott had barely looked at me when we woke up. He had bolted out of bed, muttered something under his breath, grabbed his clothes, and left the room like it was on fire.He hadn’t spoken to me since, that was what hurt the most, not the awkwardness, neither the regret I had expected him to feel.But the

Elliott – First Person POVI should be happy for Luca. He’s got this incredible opportunity, something he’s worked so hard for, and I’ve seen how much it means to him. The production company. The dream he’s been chasing for as long as I’ve known him. He deserves it, every bit of it.But the thought of him leaving.. leaving me, it gnaws at me, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t shake the emptiness that lingers in my chest.It’s irrational. I know it is. I’m happy for him, I should be happy for him. But all I can think about is how things will be different when he’s gone. How much space he’ll leave behind. How the silence between us will become permanent.I keep telling myself it’s what he wants. It’s what he’s worked for. And part of me is still that guy who wants to be selfless, who wants to just be happy for him, even if it means swallowing down my own feelings.But it’s not easy. Not when every moment we spend together lately feels like it might be the last.Luca’s been quieter t

Elliott – First Person POVThe silence of my room is deafening. I’ve been home for an hour, but it feels like I’ve been here for days. The stillness gnaws at me, a constant reminder of the mess I’ve made, of everything I’ve left unsaid. Luca is gone now, and I can’t shake the weight of it. I should’ve told him. I should’ve stopped him. But I didn’t. And now, I’m here, in this godforsaken space, trying to distract myself from the emptiness I feel.I open my laptop and try to focus on work, but the screen blurs in front of me. I click through emails, skim over reports, and yet, none of it matters. Nothing matters. The deadlines are meaningless, the tasks seem trivial. My mind keeps drifting back to Luca, to the way he looked at me when he said goodbye. The uncertainty, the sadness, the unspoken words.I let out a sharp breath, frustrated with myself. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. I wasn’t supposed to be this guy, the one who lets the person he cares about walk away without saying

Elliott’s POVI stare at my phone screen, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. The message is there, just a few words away from being sent, but I can’t bring myself to hit ‘send.’ The words feel like they’re suffocating me, too heavy to put into a message. The things I want to say to Luca are too complicated, too raw.I miss you, I’m sorry for not stopping you, I should have told you how I felt. I don’t know if it’s too late, but I don’t want to let you go.I want to tell him all of this. I want to tell him that I’ve been thinking about him constantly since he left, that my days have felt empty without him, that everything feels wrong without him. But I can’t. I can’t because I’m afraid. I’m afraid of rejection. I’m afraid that if I open myself up like this, it will only make things worse. I’m afraid that Luca has already moved on, that he doesn’t want to hear from me anymore.So, I don’t send the message. I just delete it, once again, and close my phone.Instead of sending the messag

Elliott’s POVI can’t take it anymore.The silence. The regret. The distance between us that’s grown wider with every passing day. It’s suffocating. It’s like this heavy weight in my chest that no matter how many breaths I take, I can’t shake it off.I’ve tried distracting myself. Work, parties, pretending everything is fine when it’s not. But the truth is, everything feels wrong without Luca. There’s this gnawing, aching emptiness inside of me that no distraction can fill, no matter how hard I try. It’s like my heart is a hollow cavern, and no matter how much I try to ignore it, it echoes in my ears, reminding me of the choices I made.I think about that day when I watched him leave. I thought walking away was the right thing to do. I thought if I stayed away from him, I could avoid complicating everything. But instead, all I’ve done is hurt myself. I’ve ruined everything by not speaking up, by not fighting for what I felt.The worst part is that I’m the one who pushed him away. I ca