Then, without thinking, he stepped closer so that the tip of the scissors nicked his skin.
I froze.
My heart hammered in my chest, and for a second, I couldn't breathe. Aiden didn't flinch, but I knew that if I really wanted to hurt him, I could have.
But I didn't.
I didn't have the heart to do it.
I dropped the scissors, and before I could stop myself, tears spilled down my face.
Aiden didn't move. He didn't say a word. He just stood there, watching me as I cried, the weight of everything crashing down on me.
I had no plan. No way out. No strength left to keep pretending.
And that's when I realized—my siblings were right. I was weak.
Aiden's POV::
I stared at her, still soaking wet, her shoulders trembling, her face streaked with tears. The scissors lay forgotten on the floor be
