*Theo POV*
I look at Ella, even in her dishevelled and sorrowful condition, she is still a picture of beauty, I worry for her future but if I am to die in this moment, I want her face to be the last thing I see, I care little about looking in the face of the man that is killing me, all I want is just to look at the person that has bought me joy, pleasure, love, sadness, torment. Every emotion in the spectrum, I have felt it since I have met her.
My monotonous existence completely rocked by her coming into it, I couldn’t be more glad. I realized after I met her that I was just existing, without her I never truly lived. I can hear Justin shouting.
I know that Ella won’t hear it, she hasn’t heard me at all, either through link or out loud. She is impenetrable, she is too lost.
All I can d
