Aura was taken aback. Shaking her head, she said, "No, Arwen. That's not what I meant. It was just that —"
"Enough!" Arwen raised her hand to stop her. "I no longer need to know why you did that, Aura. It won't appease me."
The disappointment in her gaze made Aura feel worse inside. Arwen was not just a friend to her. She was her saviour —one person who supported her at a time when no one did. One person who showed her the light of life when she was on the brink of accepting death as a better choice.
She never meant to deceive her, nor did she want to make her feel betrayed.
Yet, somehow, she made her feel exactly that.
How did it turn out like this?
"Arwen, I am sorry." She knew the apology was not enough, but that was all that she could offer. "Nothing I say now would be enough for the explanation. So, I won't try."
