Chapter 115
"Elle?" I ask hesitantly, hovering around the bed. I'm not sure whether she's awake or not. "Elle?" I ask again. She doesn't move, so I assume she's not. I sit down on the floor next to her bed with a sigh and look up at her sleeping form.
She's so beautiful, even when she's asleep. How she got red hair, I've no idea. She's always had it, though, so it's not dyed. Her hair's bright red, as bright as fire. Her eyes are closed, but when they're open, they're the bluest blue I've ever seen. She's pale, almost as pale as me. She's so beautiful, so perfect.
For some reason, I don't know why, I start talking.
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. For everything. For not being there, all these years, for making you go through it all on your own. I'm sorry I left you there, with them. With her. I'm sorry for every time I…" I choke back a sob, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry for every time I shouted at you, or attacked you, or failed you. Especially for when I've failed you. When I've failed to protect you from everything, especially her. I'm just so, so sorry."