I laid on my stomach with my face buried on the pillow as I fought with my internal turmoil, five months has passed since Jared saved me from dying, and I have been avoiding ever since.
I remembered the confused look I had on my face that day when he kept sending out a threatening growl to any rogue who tried coming close to me.
Though I was confused about why Jared chose to save me since he made it known to me on different occasions that my death would bring him peace yet, he decided to fight for me even if it was for a brief moment.
A part of me was joyous and hopeful that perhaps Jared still loved me, maybe he was playing hard to get, but that resolve shattered when he turned back to me and snarled dangerously at me, that was when I realised that he didn't care about me.
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