After Death, Love Unveiled

Chapter

23

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?"

a rough breath. "I just didn't want to get tangled up in... feelings. Even as he spoke, she could

wiped at her tears, her voice gaining strength. "I get it. You didn't want me. You and Daphne-you're the perfect fit,

words stumbling

her voice was sharp, slicing through whatever apology he

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 what to do with it. Daphne's presence seemed to snap something inside Asher, and he dropped Elara's

lips curled into a bitter smirk. 'Right. Can't forget Daphne's your girl

whatever she could even call her "thing" with Lysander. Asher couldn't shake a sense

that, deep down,

hurt voice. "You've got a girlfriend now, so you really shouldn't be coming

0

301 PM &

Chapter 23

We wouldn't want Daphne getting

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

to waste any real tears over a guy like him-those were just

give him a taste of his own damn medicine. Just when he thought there was a chance, she'd let him think she

there, silent for a moment, then

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 her about Daphne and me... He felt a sting

Elara 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

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

a bit beat-up, covered in scribbles and wear, but somehow Lysander made

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

Elara as he asked in a low, warm voice, "How

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

with a wide grin.