Delyth tried to reach his hand, but Ryan's one cold look was enough to freeze her attempt. She swallowed and pulled back the hand that she had extended for him.
"Ryan, please, I can no longer take your cold behavior. Can we please not return to the past where you treated kindly?" she asked, almost pleading.
Ryan frowned. "What do you think?" Turning to her, he tucked his hands in his pockets and said, "After all that you did, do you think you deserve to be treated kindly?"
"Ryan, I am already miserable and your indifference is only making it worse for . Can you see that?" she cried. "After Zeke, I only have you in my life and even you are abandoning . I know I did wrong, but don't you think I am already suffering enough?"
Ryan gazed down at her and shook his head. "You might be suffering, Delyth, but none of this ca to you as the punishnt for what you did to Arwen. So, this is not at all enough. Don't think of all your pain as an equalizer because none of this is caused to you by Arwen."
Delyth gritted, her fingers clenched and her gaze turned hostile. Glancing up at Ryan, she said, "Really, Ryan? You really think so?" she asked but then gave a cold scoff. "Fine, I agree I did cruel things to her —things that I shouldn't have done. But can you stop seeing her in the angel light, for God's sake?"
Then taking a brief pause, she began, "Arwen is not a saint. She pretends to be but she isn't. Why can you see this all was done by her? If not her, who else would harm this way? It has to be her."
"Enough, Delyth!" Ryan snapped, giving a frustrated growl. "Arwen is not like that. She would never harm you …" he pointed from her head to toe. "...in this way. She wouldn't. And for this, I don't need any evidence. I have known her enough to know that she isn't this kind of a person. She might not be a saint, but she isn't cruel to harm you like this."
"Is it?" Delyth asked with a disdainful smile. "But the last when we discussed you were not this confident about her. You said regretting about trusting her. You were ready to punish her for this. Now why are you changing?" She said, tugging on his arms in desperation. She wanted Ryan to believe her. Not because she wanted his favor, but because this was the one thing she was sure of. It has to be Arwen behind all her suffering.
As long as she proves it, there is a possibility of making things turn back in her favor.
"That's because you manipulated the things. But can see through all your manipulations now. There is no way, I am going to believe in your words anymore," Ryan said, Delyth shook her head, refusing to accept it.
"No, Ryan. I didn't manipulate you on this. Believe , it was Arwen. She sent soone to harm . Or else, I have no enemy," she tried to make Ryan believe but he stood there unfazed.
In the end, Delyth has to take another road. When she saw none of her words was able to make Ryan believe her, she nodded, saying, "Fine, I won't ask you to trust my word, but Ryan at least help find out who it was. Even if it's not Arwen, there should be soone who did this to , right? Find out who he or she was, and we will know it."
Ryan frowned. He didn't say anything but his eyes remained at her as if trying to analyse sothing.
Delyth was confused about his gaze at first, but then sothing stuck her and her pupils dilated. She pressed a hand over her lips as if she couldn't believe it and asked, "Ryan, don't tell you are doubting on this?"
Ryan didn't say anything, he just looked away and his silence was enough to explain it all. It stuck Delyth like thunder and on the spur of emotion, she grabbed Ryan's hand, and tugged him harshly, making him look back at her face.
"Look at and say it, Ryan," she yelled. "Since you can think sothing so absurd, you should have the courage to say it on my face as well. Do you think I did this on my own? I ruined my own legs? Is that what you are thinking?"
"Delyth, you brought this on yourself," Ryan said without holding any hesitation. If you hadn't pulled the stunt of obscenity the last ti, I wouldn't be able to see how much you can stoop low and degrade yourself. And now, that I know, I can't forget it no matter how you cry and how you yell."
"This is different Ryan," she cried, her frustration mounting. "I admit I went too far last ti, but can't you see that my injuries weren't part of so plan? If I would have plotted this, it wouldn't have left like this! I would have staged sothing minor —a sprain, a bruise —not ruined my legs completely! I wouldn't have made myself end up in a wheelchair like this."
Ryan's expression shifted slightly. Though he considered the possibility that her plan backfired causing her the loss, that possibility appeared to be very very weak. Even if he didn't doubt Arwen, he could feel there was soone else involved in it —soone who might be acting behind the scenes with so hidden objectives.
After a long silence, he nodded, "Fine, if you want to check into this, I will do that. I will find out who is behind your accident, but even with that, nothing will reverse, Delyth. And I truly hope you accept that as soon as possible."
Delyth let her eyes gleam with hope, though her voice remained firm. "I no longer want anything to reverse. I just want you to see that Arwen could also be as cruel as . And once that's proven, you can't stay biased towards her and continue to tornt with your indifference. You will have to forgive then and treat us equally."
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