42. I Need her.
|FINAL CHAPTERS|
Becket.
The sound of her crying is so heartbreaking that I feel as if every one of her sobs pierces into me in the most painful and unimaginable way.
Lia’s pain is always so pure, just as everything about her is.
Every emotion she lives, from the height of joy to the low incline of sadness, her feelings are solidly pure and intense. In her timid silences and words spoken with soft delicacy, she seems to see the world without a barrier in between. She feels everything deeply, which gives me an idea of how profound her sadness is at this moment.
I slide my hands up her back and grab her hair to tilt her face toward me. I let my eyes patiently travel over her features, absorbing the intense pain her gaze expresses.
She looks at me, her eyes heavy with e
