"After I met you again and after you left me a week ago, I realised something…" Daisy's voice was steady, but her fingers twisted the blanket in her lap. She drew in a shaky breath before continuing. "I realised my feeling for you is deeper and no matter how much I hate you… it couldn't suppress the feeling…"
Theo didn't move. He sat at the edge of the bed, shoulders tense, his hands clasped tightly together. For once, he forced himself into silence. Listening. He owed her that much, more than that, really. All the words he could have said felt cheap, so he chose none.
Daisy's eyes softened, but not without pain. "You know… sometimes I wish I could just stop. Stop loving you, stop hating you, stop feeling all of it. But I can't. It's like no matter what you do, or how badly you hurt me, my heart just…" she paused, pressing a hand to her chest as if the weight of it were too much, "…keeps choosing you."
Her honesty cut through the quiet, raw and unguarded.
