ARYA
He was barely holding himself together. I could see it in the way he blinked back tears, his lips twitching. He was confused, unable to process what was happening. But he couldn't be more confused than I was. I'd been so convinced that we were doomed to hate each other, and now that I felt a different emotion towards him, one that wasn't 'hate'? I didn't know what to do with myself. Wasn't the curse supposed to make me hate him? So, why?
Why did it feel as though my chest was about to burst open under the weight of the emotions flooding my insides?
"I... I don't know how to," he croaked, and I took hold of his hand, entwining his fingers with mine.
"Baby steps, Daxton. I just want you to try," I said, and he swallowed.
"I...uh..." He let out a weak laugh, rubbing his forehead wit
