Chapter 47 The prophecy

Elizabeth’s POV From the corner of my eye, I glanced his hand giving me his scarf. I raised one eyebrow. He extended his hand to my dirty hand. "It doesn't matter. I’ll do it myself.” I pointed to the rain falling in the sky. "Take it," he still insisted. I took the scarf but refrained from seeing his face. I didn’t want him to know that I was crying. "Well," he cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck, "I never got a chance to pay my respects." He stepped forward. "Good." I turned, wiped my hands on my scarf, and was about to move forward when his voice stopped me. "Elizabeth," I hesitated when I heard him murmuring my name so softly. " Look at me, please.” He urged. I took a deep breath; my heart was still racing, but finally collected my strength to face him. . "You can hide it all you want, but I can still feel your pain." He pa