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?"

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

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

words stumbling

chance to finish. The resolve in her voice

taking in the sight of his hand still gripping Elara's like he didn't know what to do with it. Daphne's presence

a bitter smirk. 'Right. Can't forget

whatever she could even call her "thing" with Lysander. Asher couldn't shake a sense of unease-especially now that his "safety net had slipped right through his

Elara knew well that, deep down, Asher's heart was

hurt voice. "You've got

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

she spun around and headed downstairs, wiping away her tears the second

over a guy like

her just like this, and this 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,

there, silent for a moment,

he had no idea how to explain any of 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 ran off to Lysander? Shit, maybe I shouldn't have told

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 Crispin spotted her, he elbowed Lysander and called out, "Hey, she's here! Lysander turned at the sound,

gathered by the gates-students who knew him as the basketball star, now seeing a

wear, but somehow Lysander made the same

with the ease of a gentleman. Every move he

on them, focusing entirely on Elara as he asked in a low, warm voice, "How about we grab

nodded, "Sure!" Asher wasn't even a second thought anymore he wasn't

with a wide grin. "Hey,