His Rose
Does he not remember all of that?
Elia walks towards me, crouching as soon as he's close enough. He runs his thumb on my cheek—earning a sigh from me but I push his hand away, making him look down on the ground, clenching his jaw, ''Look, Elia. Why am I even here anyway? Why did you even pay one million dollars for me? If you think that you own me now, you're wrong.'' I stand up, walking away from him.
I stop walking and I hear him standing on his feet, ''I don't own you, Rose. No one owns you.'' Then, I turn around, feeling unsatisfied myself.