The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 147

Seeing her trembling so violently, looking as if she were about to shatter at any second, York didn't dare push her.

He softened his tone considerably.

"You're right. I'm a bastard, and I shouldn't have come back."

"If you're hurting, just cry. It'll feel better once you let it out."

"I'm not hurting."

The light vanished from Madeline's eyes. She stared at him, a bleak, twisted smile forming on her lips.

Yet her body continued to shake. Her spine remained terrifyingly straight as she tilted her chin up to look at him.

"Why would I be hurting? I just want to kill every last one of you. If you all disappeared, I wouldn't have to live through this anymore."

York's heart seized. An indescribable pain ripped through his chest.

Something was wrong.

Something was terribly wrong with Madeline.

Thinking back to the way she had sobbed that night, he slowly raised his hand, wanting to cup her cheek.

Had he really made that many unforgivable mistakes?

Madeline suddenly jerked her head up. Before York could react, she lunged forward and sank her teeth fiercely into his forearm.

It was a vicious, unhinged bite, pouring every ounce of her hatred and strength into the attack.

The look in her eyes as she stared at him was no longer cold or distant—it was entirely numb.

Her teeth pierced his skin, and blood immediately began trailing down his arm.

York didn't pull away. He didn't even furrow his brow.

Madeline was releasing her pent-up agony.

He could physically feel the sheer weight of her suffering.

It was a pain so agonizing she wanted to destroy everyone who had ever caused it.

Madeline bit down harder. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, strangely soothing the terror festering in her mind.

Why? Why was she the only one left to drown in these nightmares?

Why were all the people who gave her this trauma still living perfect, happy lives?

She had to destroy the source of her pain to finally achieve absolute liberation and salvation.

No.

A small voice echoed from the depths of her mind.

She couldn't do this.

Blood...