Aiden's heart broke at every tear that slipped down her face. He cupped her face, his touch as gentle as it could be. "Moon," he called out her name softly, as though it was a prayer on his lips. "My love is anything but selfless." He shook his head and added, his words as firm as his expression. "Please don't take me as some saint because I am not."
She stared at him, looking like she was waiting for him to speak more.
"I am selfish… very selfish when it comes to you. So, I never loved you selflessly. I loved you with an intent —intent to have you just for myself and myself alone. From the day I fell for you, I took you as mine —one I can't bear to let go even when you desperately wanted to push me away."
Arwen shook her head. She never wanted to push him away. She never did. Even if she hadn't recovered her memories and wasn't sure of what happened back then, she was still sure of one thing: she could never push him away.
