Chapter 155 – Estela POV
I'm in love with Daphne.
I mean—I already was. That part isn't new. But now?
Now it's different.
Now it's deeper.
Scarier.
Heavier.
It's the kind of love that lives in the bones, not just the skin. The kind that makes your breath hitch for no reason, just because she walked past you with a towel around her neck. The kind that sinks its claws in and stays.
If she left me?
I'd die.
No jokes. No metaphors. Just plain, stupid, unbearable truth.
I know it's probably irrational. Codependency. Trauma-bonding. Insert any psychology term here and I'd probably check every box. Doesn't matter.
She found me in that house. Still covered in blood. Still shaking. Still so full of hate I thought I might drown in it.
And she didn't flinch.
She didn't tell me to explain.
She didn't try to fix it or scold me or tell me I was wrong.
She just held me.
And then made it disappear.
