Chapter 118. Pleasure With Pain

Elona's POV

Tristan lay in bed with me, his arms wrapped around me, but I was facing him. The weight of our grief pressed down on us until it felt like we were living in a world that had stopped spinning. Rain battered the windows outside, each drop was like a tiny fist hammering against the glass, demanding to be let in as fierce and relentless as our sorrow. 

I watched his shoulders tremble, shaking with the sobs he tried so hard to keep silent. There was something so raw, so honest in his tears that I could feel the ice in my own heart start to cr@ck. I was trying to be strong. I reached out, tracing the line of his cheek with my fingers, and he leaned into my touch like a man that was starving. Our lips met, hesitant at first, then with the urgency of knowing that the world could end, but this moment would still be ours. 

His eyes f