Dante and Elena again... fluffy angst. T_T
25. I know
She collapses into his arms, sobbing. "I'm so sorry, Dante. I'm sorry. Please." She cries. "Please.."
Dante only holds her close, willing her pain away. "Sh, Elena. It's ok. I know." He knows she's sorry. He knows she's hurting. He knows it's not her fault. She shouldn't be apologizing, for what Kimblee—that bastard—did to her.
But now isn't the time. Now is the time to hug her, to help her calm. Then he'll take her and show her that she's innocent. But for now, he has to let her cry.
"I love you, Dante." Elena whispers, clinging to his shirt.
He holds her close, and kisses her head. "I know."