Chapter 334
Elliot
When has someone ever listened to me like this?
Ever actually cared?
I watch her tick something on her tablet, type notes with those elegant fingers, and I sigh.
She's so perfect.
The way she concentrates. The way she asks questions like she actually wants the answers. The way she wrote down everything I said about the laws, about the schools, about the way Omegas are treated like problems to be managed instead of people to be heard.
No one has ever listened like this. Not Vincent, who only heard what he wanted. Not Charles, who heard the sound of his own voice. Not Damien, who hears obligation dressed up as care.
But her? She listens.
It's been three hours since we started. Three hours of talking, of answering, of watching her fill pages with my words. My words. Like they matter. Like I matter.
She says it's over and stands. I stand after her, and the world tilts.
I didn't eat on purpose.
