Chapter 399: Tough Love

Astrid's POV

The world outside my dreams pulled me back slowly, the haze of sleep clinging to me as I stirred awake.

Something was missing, though. I reached out instinctively to the empty space beside me, my fingers brushing against the cool sheets where Killian should have been.

I blinked, still disoriented, as I pushed myself up. The room was dim, the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the windows.

My eyes adjusted slowly, and then I saw him-Killian, standing on the terrace just outside, his broad back turned to me.

His posture was rigid, his hands gripping the railing as though it were the only thing keeping him grounded.

Yawning, I stretched, rolling my shoulders to shake off the remnants of sleep.

The cool air hit me as I stepped onto the terrace and I instantly wrapped my arms around myself.

"Killian," I called softly, my voice still hoarse from sleep. He didn't turn, didn't acknowledge me at first.

His head hung low, the tension radiating from him unmistakable.

I closed the distance between us, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "What's wrong?" I asked, my worry spilling into my voice.

Killian finally turned to look at me. He forced a smile on his face, that looked quite broken. "What are you doing here? You should go back and sleep," he muttered, faking a smile to push me away.

"I can't sleep. I'm not used to sleeping beside an empty space," I muttered as I touched the railing and stood beside him.

I asked directly into his

me.

us, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves in the

breath, his knuckles whitening as he

her," he said, his voice raw,

I asked gently, already knowing

"She's gone, Astrid. She's... gone."

hand on his shoulder and looked at him softly, reminding him that he

to me suddenly, and the sight of his tear-streaked

my rock, my unshakable

he turned away, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I should have fixed

murmured,

"I hated her for so long, Astrid. I held onto every mistake

she's gone, and

en

hard, knowing exactly how he is feeling right

same pain when my father died.

hatred, refusing to forgive, wasting all the chances I had to just enjoy time with my

pain in his voice made my heart ache. I reached out, wrapping my arms around him from behind, resting my cheek against his broad

his face in my shoulder. His strong arms clung to me tightly, as

for everything she'd done +didn't see her for who she was

the weight of his grief

a villain," he choked out. "Every decision she made... I thought it was selfish,

you weren't entirely right either Still, none of it were

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