ELION'S POV
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"Elion, this room is so outdated," Bexley sighs, her scrutinizing gaze taking in the room that Azalea decorated once we moved into this place. She used to say that it was 'unique', but glancing around at the mismatched furniture. Every art piece is totally different, and the antique wood pieces are old, but in brand new shape. "What do you suggest?" I glance at the love of my life, the one that was pushed into my life by fate, and stayed because she wanted to. I thought when we turned eighteen that we'd be mates, but when we weren't, I believed that it was a crush, but even after Azalea, I could never forget Bexley.
'Elion,' Bexley's voice breaks, the tears forming in her eyes making it look glassy, and she's on the verge of shattering. 'Bex, what's wrong?' I swoop her i
