Once he finished cleaning the cuts, he packed the supplies back into the box and looked down at me with a serious expression. "Max will be down here in a few minutes with a clean set of clothes for you, and he will also bring a plate of good food. You should make sure to eat all of it."
As I watched him stand up to leave, the absolute confusion in my chest broke through my silence. I looked up at him, my voice trembling. "Why exactly are you doing all of this for me now, Desmond? What is it that you truly want from my life? Why can't you just have some mercy and let me go?"
He paused by the doorway, refusing to look me in the eye as he turned his back on me completely. "I will never let you go, Ana," he whispered into the quiet room. "I still love you."
With that final, suffocating
