Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2100

Jonathan's gaze was locked on her, intense and unwavering. "So don't even think about leaving me behind!"

Estelle wrapped her arms around him. "I haven't, not for a second!"

His voice was a husky whisper. "Ella, do you care about how I feel?"

"I do!"

"Then you should know I'm freaking out right now!"

She tightened her embrace. "I'm right here in your arms, why the panic?"

"But when you fall asleep, it's like you don't need me anymore!" He sounded genuinely hurt.

Estelle was at a loss for words.

"Ella," Jonathan's grip on her chin was gentle but firm, his tone patient and tender, "Wolf's passing has nothing to do with you. He got in too deep with the Triceratops gang, there was no coming back for him. To die without regrets, that might have been the best outcome for him."

Estelle pressed her lips together, silent.

"I'm not being melodramatic here. If you don't clear the poison from your system, it'll come back to bite you. What am I supposed to do if one day you can't wake up from your dreams? What about Grandpa?"

"And we're about to get married, to start trying for a baby. How can you think about pregnancy in this state?"

"You adore Kya so much, don't you want a daughter just as cute?"

"Please, can you just listen to me?"

In the darkness, Estelle looked at him, her voice choked with emotion. "Jonathan, I don't want to forget them!"

"You don't have to forget them!" He held her tight, his heart aching for her. "Think about it, before you met Wolf in Zion, before these endless dreams, did you ever forget them?"

"Some feelings are forever etched in the heart, I get it, I support you, and I'm not jealous. But you can't honor their memory by tormenting yourself."

"Wolf made peace with his fate in the end, and he surely wouldn't want you to dwell on it like this."

Estelle closed her eyes, knowing Jonathan was right. She was using her dreams as a crutch, a form of self-deception and false salvation.

It had become a habit, and breaking it felt like abandoning a comrade, filling her with guilt and pain.

Indeed, some feelings were carved into the heart, indelible, even if future encounters were impossible to come by, she wouldn't forget.

To cherish the one before her, that was the true meaning of survival!

The next day, Estelle was awakened by Jonathan's kiss. When she opened her eyes, daylight had already filled the room.

She was under the impression that they had never stopped.

Her body was sore and stiff; she sleepily gazed at him.

Was she this exhausted from last night, or was it because she took another pill? She hadn't dreamed at all through the night.

Jonathan pulled away from her lips and sat up slightly, retrieving a pill and a glass of water for her. "I checked, you can take an extra one today after a few days off. Take it, be good."

He placed the pill in her mouth, and Estelle's eyes flickered but didn't refuse. She obediently took the pill.

Jonathan took a sip of water and bent down to let her drink it from his mouth, ensuring the pill slid down her throat.

Satisfied, he stood up. "If you like it this way, I can feed you every day."