After Death, Love Unveiled

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This was the brutal truth Asher had laid bare to Elara, right there on her deathbed.

She never realized that the love she'd given so completely was the very thing that disgusted him. What she had cherished with every piece of her heart was nothing more than a burden he couldn't wait to shake off. Asher hesitated, a frown tugging at his brow as he took in her words. "I never said that!" he shot back, almost reflexively. But even as he spoke, he couldn't remember ever being so heartless-at least, not out loud. Elara wasn't fooled. He might not have said it straight to her face, but actions spoke louder than words.

A bitter smile twisted her lips. "You didn't have to say it, Asher. You made it pretty damn clear. Always looking at me like I was some kind of inconvenience. If that wasn't true, then why the hell were you always running off to Daphne? Giving her things that belonged to me, treating her like she was something special, while I was.... I was nothing but a piece of the furniture?"

Her voice trembled, and before she could choke it back, the tears spilled over, hot and relentless, streaking down her face.

Whatever affection she'd once felt for him had burned to ashes, leaving nothing but bitterness and spite. After everything she'd suffered, there was no space left for love-only hate.

She'd died and clawed her way back in time; there was no way she'd waste a second chance on him.

Before she'd been given this do-over, she'd spent her life practically begging for the smallest bit of his affection, stupidly hoping he'd give a damn, even just a little. And in the end, all she got was heartache and an ugly death

Every time the memory came back, it was like a blade twisting in her chest. The grief surged over her, crashing like waves that refused to recede.

If not for this second shot at life, she'd still be that pitiful, abandoned Elara, stuck in that rundown apartment, with nothing but her loneliness.

The thought alone made her eyes sting all over again.

Asher stared at her tear-streaked face, something unsettling twisting in his gut. He'd come here pissed, fuming over how cozy she'd seemed with Lysander.

But now, he saw something in her eyes that rattled him-an anguish that cut deeper than he expected.

He'd never loved her. He'd always preferred Daphne. That much he couldn't deny. But seeing the raw hurt in Elara's gaze, he couldn't help but wonder, 'Did I really hurt her that bad?"

to get tangled up in... feelings. Even as he spoke, she could hear how pathetic the

her tears, her voice gaining strength. "I get it. You didn't want me. You and Daphne-you're the perfect fit, right? So, if I'm with Lysander or anyone else, why

words stumbling

finish. The resolve in her voice

at the top of the stairs, with Lizzie not far behind. Her eyes flicked between Elara and Asher, taking in the sight of his hand still gripping Elara's like he didn't know

'Right. Can't forget Daphne's your girl

her "thing" with Lysander. Asher couldn't shake a sense of unease-especially now that

knew well that, deep down, Asher's

on a hurt voice. "You've got a girlfriend now, so

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me anymore. We wouldn't want Daphne getting the wrong idea, would

and headed downstairs, wiping away her tears the

tears over a guy like him-those were

time around, she planned to give him a taste of his own damn medicine. Just when he thought there was a chance, she'd let him think she still gave a damn. After Elara walked out, Daphne came down, concern written all over her face. "What happened? I thought I saw

for a moment, then muttered.

this to Daphine. Elara's attitude caught him off guard-it hit him that she might still have feelings for him. "Did I push her away by being so cold? Is that why she

stepped out of the school gates, she immediately spotted Lysander waiting for her. He was decked out in Oakridge High School's uniform, looking sharp. Next to him stood Crispin, the two of them waiting for her to show up. As soon as

him as the basketball

uniform looked a bit beat-up, covered in scribbles and wear, but somehow Lysander made the same uniform look like it

her bag with the ease of a gentleman. Every move he made screamed. that he cared-not because she

seemed unfazed by the eyes on them, focusing entirely on Elara as he asked in a low, warm voice, "How

brightened as she nodded, "Sure!" Asher wasn't even a second thought anymore

greeted her with a wide grin. "Hey,