"I love you," he said, looking into her eyes, which were cast down, as he gently cupped her cheeks with his palm. She avoided his gaze, appearing frightened, though he couldn't comprehend why. "Is there something you don't like about me? Just a little?" His voice was soft, seeking understanding, but she remained silent, not responding. He waited for an answer, but she stayed quiet. Touched by her hesitation, he began to step away. Just as he prepared to leave, she grabbed his hand, stopping him abruptly. "I'm unsure... I don't know if I like you or not. I just don't want you to go. Please don't leave me," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "Caden!" He pressed his forehead against hers, their breathing quickening together. He sensed the tension between them, both feeling the heat of the moment. A small smile formed on his lips, realizing they shared this connection. "You and I were meant for each other, Esther. It's written in our hearts," he declared, leaning in to kiss her, reassured by their growing bond. "You're daydreaming again, aren't you? Thinking about my father? Am I the one you're dreaming about?" He slammed her against the wall, frustration turning his knuckles red from the force, as blood trickled down. "No... No, Caden, you're wrong," she cried out, trying to defend herself.
