#72 Confessions Part 2

He looked outside the window, taking a deep breath. He rarely avoided his gaze. So whatever he was going to tell me weighed heavily on his heart. It was a type of guilt confession. And it wrecked my insides, leaving me torn.

"When we first met, I wasn’t planning to be with you, Elsa." And those words hit me like a truck of boulders. I wanted to stop him at that point, but he continued, and my heart felt constricted with every word he spoke. "I wanted to reject you because of our age difference. I thought it would be for the best, that you would be better off without me. I would be better off with you. We were just not suitable -a blatant mistake by the moon goddess."

I clenched my fists, tears threatening to fall. And at this point, he looked at me. But I averted my gaze.

He started again, his voice low and cracking. "But I couldn’t do it. Every time I saw you, I found another reason to stay.”

Maybe he saw my struggle, my sadness. Because he continued assuring me. "Elsa, I kept findin