Elizabeth's pov
He looked down at me with an expression that was unreadable to me.
For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something—pity, regret, maybe even sorrow.
But it was gone as quickly as it came. He stepped back, out of my grasp, and without another word, he walked out the door, leaving me behind once again.
“No.”
I collapsed fully to the floor, my sobs echoing through the empty room.
The tears flowed freely, I didn't care if someone was to walk in. I wanted to pour out all the sorrow and frustration from my heart.
The weight of my loneliness pressed down on me, crushing any semblance of hope I had left and with a shuddering shoulder and a voilently shaking shoulder, I went on to cry more and more.
How much longer could I endure this? How much more could my heart tak
