Thorne's POVIrene tried hard. I could feel just how much she wanted to, but she finally broke her gaze, looking down at my chest. I blinked, severing the contact as well. I gave her a moment before I spoke again. "You're trembling, and you avoid me. Do you not want me to stay?" I asked, my voice thick with pain. "I want to take care of you, Irene." She shook her head, her body still shuddering. "I'm different," she whispered. "They took a lot from me. My time, my body, my blood, my child... and you." She paused, catching her breath. "I don't even look like me anymore." "You look beautiful," I insisted. She shook her head in denial, but I wouldn't let her believe that lie. "You will always be the most beautiful woman to ever exist in my eyes, Irene." A single tear fell from her eye, dropping into the pool. It was heartbreaking to know she felt the need to hide from me. I was willing to be patient, to wait as long as it took for her to find her confidence again. I didn't want
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