POV: Emilia
"Why, Enzo, do you constantly do this? Push me away when the turmoil you have drawn me into already makes me drown! My voice rang against the rocky cavern walls, and I hated how exposed I felt facing him in the low light.
Enzo's face was a tempest of emotions; his jaw tightened as though every word he wanted to say was a fight within himself. "Emilia, I am trying to save you. You understood? Someone is injured each time I allow you in. You are wounded.
I moved forward, closing the already stifling space between us. "Keeping something in the shadows hurts more! You cannot make decisions for Enzo here. What I can or cannot manage is not something you get to decide.
He turned aside, his flashlight flickering off the perspiration on his brow. You are ignorant of what I have done. Should you know—"
Then let me know! My voice broke as I yelled. Tell me the thing you find so terrifying. Give up treating me as though I were some delicate object needing protection.
