Chapter 168: ~Hellbound~
"Shut the fuck up!" he shouted, his frustration boiling over. He forced
to et his gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and desperation.
Why didn’t you fight back before, Paul?
"Elena, it’s not too late."
For a brief, heart-stopping mont, I felt a wave of pain, as if my own heart had been pierced.
"Paul, I—" I began, but the abrupt sound of a gunshot sliced through the air, halting my words. Fear gripped , and I called out his na, "Paul," my grip on him tightening instinctively.
I bit my trembling lip, a feeble attempt to be strong and hold back the tears threatening to spill. But the floodgates opened despite my efforts. "Paul, it’s too late," I murmured, the words catching in my throat. For the correct order please visit
"I killed my mother only for you," he confessed, a dark truth laid bare. "And I changed myself just for you. I’m trying to be a better man. I’ve punished everyone who has hard you, and I’m even punishing myself. So, what’s the point?"
"Please, soone help ," I yelled into the void, the echoes of my desperation lost in the vastness of the surroundings. The world felt surreal, suspended in a mont that defied comprehension.
Paul scread, "Noo!"
Paul’s POV.
"Nooo, I won’t let you die," I scread, the words escaping my lips in a desperate plea. Tears stread down my cheeks as I tightened my grip on him, refusing to accept the cruel reality unfolding.
The wind whispered through the cliff side, carrying with it the weight of regret and the echoes of a love that had teetered on the edge of the precipice.
"I won’t let you go," I vowed, my voice quivering with a mixture of fear and determination.
"Then why did you not wait for so days? I told you I will go for treatnt," Paul questioned, his tone shaky, a mixture of confusion and hurt.
"I’m not going to let you go," he declared, desperation in his voice. Tears stread down his face. I fixed my gaze on him, noticing the anguish in his eyes.
"I love you," I whispered quietly after saying what I wanted, the words hanging in the air like an unspoken farewell.
I’ve never thought of it in this way before.
"Don’t you want
anymore?" Paul pleaded, gently touching my face. I closed my eyes, grappling with the emotional turmoil within .
Elena’s arms wrapped around
with a passionate intensity that bordered on desperation. In that mont, I couldn’t help but wonder if she truly understood the gravity of the situation, the imminent danger that lurked not just for
but for the life growing within her. Did she not give a damn about our unborn child?
Her response caught
off guard as she simply said, "Shut up and hold
tightly, please," her voice choked with tears.
Tears fell from Paul’s eyes onto my shoulder, his hold weakening.
"Try to understand," I pleaded.
The world around
blurred as I tumbled down the cliff, the descent into the abyss a chaotic dance with fate. In the midst of the whirlwind, I heard Elena’s voice, a desperate call that echoed in the vast emptiness.
"I want to live with you and my child," he said, his voice filled with longing, as if clinging to the last hope. In that poignant mont, I found myself caught between two worlds, torn by conflicting emotions and the choices that lay ahead.
"I know you won’t be able to. If that’s the case, why are you punishing both
and yourself? I hurt you, then why don’t you hurt ? But please, do not leave ," Paul implored, his arms wrapped around
in a tight embrace.
"Can you love him as you love ?" he asked, holding my hand tightly. I kept my mouth shut, unable to find the words to respond.
"Why are you putting up with
like this?" he asked, his voice a mixture of frustration and yearning. "Is it really so awful that you can’t co with ?"
He instantly yanked
onto his chest.
"Paul!"
"I’m sorry, Paul, but I can’t," I whispered, the weight of my decision heavy on my heart.
"Elena!"
Tears stread down my cheeks, each droplet carrying the weight of unspoken love of mine.
But the external world ceased to matter.
"Paul, are you okay?" I asked urgently, my hands searching for any sign of life. My touch found his back, damp with an unsettling warmth. The realization hit
like a sudden storm—blood stained my hands.
Instead of punishing you, I am punishing myself.
My words echoed with a mixture of regret and confusion, seeking answers in the shadows of our tangled emotions.
I knew that if he released his clutches, I wouldn’t be able to support his weight, and we were perilously close to a slope, teetering on the edge of an unforeseen abyss.
Hearing my admission, he tightened his grip on , as if attempting to not let
go.
"You promised
at any cost you will not leave ?"
What am I supposed to do now? I can’t do anything to Derek now. I continued to stare at Paul, my fingers brushing against his chilled skin.
Just then, I noticed Derek approaching us. Without hesitation, a surge of instinctual self-preservation overca . With a swift and deliberate motion, I gently shoved Elena away, breaking our embrace, and in that split second, I lost my footing.
Her cry lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of the choices I made.
Ti seed to stretch as I clung to Paul, the weight of his life in my hands.
I ant to hurt you, but instead of doing so, I hurt myself.
The desperation in his voice mirrored the tumultuous journey we had undertaken together.
Was this the end? The world around us seed to freeze, and the only sound that echoed was Derek’s distant voice calling my na.
A bittersweet smile played on my lips as I seized the opportunity to convey my final ssage.
"Elena, say you forgive ," I implored, holding her close, the weight of unspoken apologies lingering in the air.
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