I burned in Killian’s presence and I ached in his absence. It was ironic how I wanted him to leave, to move on – but when he was doing exactly that, I couldn’t bear to lose him. Killian told me he hated me. And I believed him. But as much as he’d want to deny it – he still loved me the same. I felt it in his tender touch while I was sick. Felt it in the way he took care of me, so patiently.
