Evelyn was an amusing girl, hanging out with friends and living her best life with the man she deeply loved. But suddenly found herself in a hospital room, realizing she's been in an induced coma for her past six months.
Her sense of disability lea...
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I've been wandering Mikhail in his sleep.
His honey hair ruffled on the pillow. His long eyelashes perfectly brushed his cheeks that were turning red from the cold breeze that had snuck inside the room.
I was not used to him sleeping, like at all. Seeing him finally get to rest from the exhaustion of the day had drawn a wide smile across my face.
It wasn't until a worried expression slipped down his face, making his eyebrows tremble with distress.
He had slowly started sweating, swallowing hard. His breath became heavy as time passed.
Horrified groans had escaped his lips, that was when he sprung out of bed.
"Mikhail?!!" I reached and wrapped my arms around him, reassuring him, reminding him I was there.
His eyes widened at me, heavy breaths exhaling from him.
"What's wrong?" I concernedly rubbed his back.
He cleared his throat, "Just a nightmare." He let out a sigh of relief, and rubbed his eyes.
"You get those often?" I asked him.
"Yeah, trauma and shit." He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Don't worry about me."
"Well, then. I shrugged that thought off, hoping for a non-depressing day for once. "Good morning." I placed a kiss on his cheek.
He smiled, getting up. "How did I end up sleeping here?" He confusedly narrowed his eyes, throwing himself on the couch.
I chuckled, "You fell asleep."
He bit the bottom of his lips, regretfully. "I must have disturbed your night, didn't I?"
"No," I giggled, "On the contrar-"
"Get the hell up, Evelyn!" Mom broke into the room, glaring at her phone. "It's already eight in the mor-"
Mikhail awkwardly waved his hand at my shocked mother with a smile.
She shot me a suspicious glance, "Am I missing something here?!"
Mikhail cleared his throat, "I just passed by to say good morni-"
"You're not missing anything, Mom!" I shot Mikhail a death stare, clinging to my pillow. "Mikhail came by last night and fell asleep watching a movie. You know, he's been... grieving."
Mikhail glanced at me with four nods.
Idiot.
But I love him.
"You know what?" Mom blinked, confusion shown all over her face. "I trust you enough to not ask about it."
"You do?" I knitted my eyebrows, surprised that she was aware of something as 'trust'.
