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I walked back to my room to see her lifeless body with the mask that was helping her breath over her nose. What I saw in her journal and Levi’s words hit me so hard. I wanted to get close to her but I was scared she would wake up and see me. 
I didn’t deserve to be close to her after all I’ve done yet I couldn’t stay away from her. 
I went to the bed and feel on my knees, the tears in my eyes had made my vision blur so I blinked to let them flow freely. 
“I’m sorry Elisa,” I mumbled, my eyes on her burnt hand….the same hand I burnt. Looking at it brought all the memories back and I fucking hated myself. I hated myself for everything I had put her through and I just wanted to put a gun to my head and pull the trigger.
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Marrying your seventh grade crush and first love was a dream come true for Elisa Davis. She had been in love with Nikolai Smith since she bumped into him in seventh grade. Who wouldn’t fall in love with him? Nikolai had the looks, popularity and money. 
So when she found out that her father had sold her off to pay the debt he was owing Nikolai’s father, instead of being mad, she was rather ecstatic because her dreams have finally comes true. But Nikolai feels the same way she feels? Will he ever feel the same way he feels? Will he ever reciprocate his feelings? 
Why are there too many secrets? Can the couple handle what life throws their way?

In HOLY Matrimony

As Nikolai's question hung in the air, I felt a subtle hesitation tightening within me. The warmth that had filled the room seemed to wane, leaving behind a chill that crept up my spine. His gaze, so gentle and inquisitive, waited patiently for my response.

"I... I didn't think anyone would notice," I stammered, my voice barely audible. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, each vying for acknowledgment, but I hesitated to unravel the layers that concealed the story behind those scars.

Nikolai, sensing my hesitation, immediately softened his expression. "Elisa, you don't have to share if you're not comfortable. I don't want to push you," he assured, his eyes reflecting a genuine concern.

For a moment, I considered leaving the question unanswered, allowing the shroud of mystery to persist. Yet, the trust we had built over the weeks nudged me to open up, to share a part of my past that I had guarded with silence.

IHM- XXVI