The Twisted Obsession-Chapter 306: Reassurance

Remo’s arms tightened around her, and for a moment, the silence hung heavy between them. He could feel her trembling, her fear palpable, almost choking. Her vulnerability tore at him, but it also fed the gnawing guilt that had taken root deep inside him. How could he comfort her when he was the very source of her unease? When his doubts and questions were driving her to the brink?

He had to say something, anything to ease her mind. But the truth was too heavy, too dangerous. "Abby," he began, struggling to find the right words, "you mean everything to me. I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here with you."

But as he spoke, he couldn’t ignore the nagging voice in the back of his mind, the one that reminded him of all the things he’d recently learned. The therapist’s words echoed in his head, warning him of the delicate balance he had to maintain. He couldn’t confront her directly; the risks were too high. Yet every day he held back, he felt like he was betraying her trust, keeping a part of himself hidden.

Abby pulled back slightly, looking up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. "Then why do I feel like you’re hiding something from me?" she asked, her voice laced with desperation. "I can feel it, Remo. You’re distant, distracted. What’s going on? Please, I need to know."

He swallowed hard, knowing that he couldn’t keep avoiding the truth forever. But how could he tell her? How could he explain that he was terrified for her, that he’d discovered things about her past that had shaken him to his core? That the woman he loved, the woman he’d sworn to protect, was battling demons far darker and more dangerous than he’d ever imagined?

"I’m not hiding anything," he lied, hating himself for the deception. "It’s just... there’s been a lot on my mind lately, with work and everything. But it has nothing to do with you, Abby. I swear."

Her brow furrowed in confusion, and he could see the gears turning in her mind, trying to make sense of his words. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice small and fragile. "Because it feels like you’re keeping something from me, something important."

Remo’s heart ached at the sight of her, so vulnerable and afraid. He wanted to tell her everything, to lay all his fears and doubts out in the open. But he knew that doing so could push her over the edge, could shatter the fragile stability they’d built together. He couldn’t risk it—not yet.

"I’m sure," he said, forcing himself to meet her gaze, to convey a confidence he didn’t feel. "You’re the most important thing in my life, Abby. I love you more than anything. Don’t ever doubt that."

Her lip quivered, and she blinked back fresh tears. "I love you too, Remo," she whispered, clinging to him as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded. "I don’t know what I’d do without you." freeweɓnøvel~com

He kissed the top of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair, and for a moment, he allowed himself to forget everything else—the lies, the secrets, the dark truth that loomed over them. All that mattered in that moment was Abby, the woman he loved, the woman who needed him more than anything.

"I’m not going anywhere," he repeated, though the words felt hollow in his throat. "We’re in this together, okay? No matter what."

Abby nodded, sniffling as she wiped her tears away. "Okay," she agreed, though her voice still held a note of uncertainty. "I just... I get so scared sometimes, Remo. I’ve lost so much already, I can’t bear the thought of losing you too."

His chest tightened at her words, the weight of his own guilt nearly suffocating him. He had to be strong, for her sake. He had to protect her, even if it meant keeping her in the dark a little longer.

"You’re not going to lose me," he said firmly, his voice taking on a harder edge. "I promise, Abby. We’re going to get through this. Whatever it is, we’ll face it together."

She nodded again, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and fear. "Together," she echoed, her fingers tightening around his shirt as if to anchor herself to him.

He pulled her close once more, resting his chin on the top of her head, feeling the tension in her body slowly begin to ease as she leaned into him. But even as he held her,

For now, all he could do was try to reassure her, to give her the comfort she so desperately needed. He stroked her hair gently, the rhythm steady and calming, and felt her breathing gradually slow down, her sobs subsiding into soft sniffles.

"Let’s just focus on us tonight, okay?" he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "No more worrying about anything else. Just you and me."

Abby nodded against his chest, clinging to the promise of peace in his words. "Okay," she murmured, her voice small but filled with a desperate hope. "Just us."

Remo tilted her chin up so he could look into her eyes, searching for the spark that he loved so much, the fire that had drawn him to her from the start. He wanted to see that fierce determination, the strength that had always defined her. But all he saw now was exhaustion and fear, and it broke his heart.

"I love you, Abby," he said softly, leaning down to press a tender kiss to her lips. "I’ll always love you."

She returned the kiss with a fervor that was almost desperate, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, as if trying to prove to herself that he was still there, that he was still hers. The kiss deepened, filled with a passion that was as much about fear as it was about love, and for a moment, the world outside their little bubble seemed to disappear.

Remo let himself get lost in her, in the feel of her lips against his, the warmth of her body pressed to his. He wanted to stay in this moment forever, where everything was simple and nothing else mattered. But even as he kissed her, his mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do, how to keep her safe without driving her away.

When they finally broke apart, Abby was breathless, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright with unshed tears. She looked up at him with a mixture of love and uncertainty, as if she wasn’t sure whether to believe his words, whether to trust in the future he was promising her.

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