He walked to the living room and stood still, waiting for Avery to follow him.

"What else do you want to talk about?" She walked toward the stairs, longing to go upstairs and rest.

"Are you going to sleep?" He studied her slim frame and lowered his defenses.

"Yeah. We can talk first, though, if that's what you want."

Avery remained standing by the stairs. She did not want to get close to him, for every time she caught a whiff of his scent, her heart would clench with pain. It was a scent that she was so familiar with, yet destiny had made it so that their hearts were miles apart.

"Go to sleep!" He sat down on the couch. "I will leave in a while."

"Oh…" She looked away from him and went upstairs.

Elliot stood up from the couch as soon as Avery was upstairs. He had finally realized how self-centered and selfish he had been all this while. He had never truly understood what she wanted. He had thought that he had given her everything he could, and he blamed her for not accepting him