BRIAR’S POV
My eyes are puffy by the time I leave Eli’s room.
We spoke for hours, laughing and sobbing at a few points, yet every time I turned him down, he remained insistent—waiting, hoping for the possibility that one day I’d stop and realize that Tavian isn’t right for me.
And when that day comes, he said he’d be waiting.
His statement leaves me feeling a lot of confusing emotions.
On one hand, I know things between Tavian and me are the best they’ve ever been. It can’t get better than this—not coming at each other’s throats and arguing.
Yet imagining leaving him feels strange.
At some point, I wanted to run away from all of this, to be free. But it never occurred to me what would happen between Tavian and me next.
I don’t hate him, and yet, I have this faint sense of loya
