Aselia's POV
It was harder than anything I had ever done to push him away and turn him down. Every time I did that, it was torture for both of us. He tried to act cool but I knew it killed him inside and now it killed me too. We were now woven in an invisible thread, which when pushed apart, hurt, both of us. One of these days it was going to rip me apart.
The pain of the first day was so severe that I almost threw myself at him. Not realizing the consequences of my actions. Testing his patience and breaking his heart all over again. I wanted out of this vicious cycle. This was enough torture for both of us. But there was no escape and I seemed to have been stuck in an endless tug of war with him.
My fever was finally gone and I could keep food down without wrenching my insides out. He was bringing me food every hour, cooking it himself, and by nighttime, I had to stop him because I couldn't eat anymore. My stomach was filled to the brim.
