"cut from the same cloth" - their story.

Chapter 11 - Gone?

Charlotte watched the ambulance disappear into the night, its wailing sirens fading into the distance. She stood there on the hospital steps, feeling a mix of fear and determination coursing through her veins. The night air was chilly, but her thoughts were consumed by Mia, lying unconscious inside. Hours passed like eternity as Charlotte sat by Mia's bedside, holding her hand as if her touch alone could bring her back. The monitors beeped steadily, a reassuring rhythm amid the uncertainty that hung heavy in the air. Doctors and nurses moved in and out, their faces a blur of concern and concentration. In the quiet moments between medical updates, Charlotte whispered words of encouragement, memories of their happiest times together, hoping somehow they would reach Mia and bring her back. She traced the contours of Mia's face, her fingers lingering on the familiar lines and curves, willing her to feel the warmth of their love. As dawn broke through the hospital windows, Charlotte felt a stirring beside her. Mia's eyelids fluttered, and then slowly opened. Relief flooded Charlotte's heart as Mia blinked up at her, confusion giving way to recognition. 

"You're here," Mia whispered weakly, her voice barely audible.

Charlotte leaned in, tears welling up in her eyes, "I told you I would be. I love you."

A faint smile touched Mia's lips, a fragile echo of their shared promise. They had weathered the storm together, and as they held each other's gaze, Charlotte knew that their love had brought Mia back to her. Mia's hand weakly squeezed Charlotte's, a feeble but reassuring gesture that spoke volumes. The room seemed to hold its breath as Mia gathered her strength, her eyes searching Charlotte's face for confirmation that this wasn't a dream. 

"You're really here," Mia murmured again, her voice stronger this time, filled with a mix of relief and disbelief.

"I'm right here," Charlotte affirmed, brushing a stray hair from Mia's forehead with tender care. "You scared me, you know."

Mia managed a small chuckle, though it was tinged with exhaustion. "Sorry about that."

"Don't apologize," Charlotte said softly, her voice catching with emotion. "Just promise me you'll never scare me like that again."

Mia nodded weakly, her gaze never leaving Charlotte's. "I promise."

They stayed like that for a while, soaking in the overwhelming gratitude of being together again. The beeping of the monitors served as a backdrop to their quiet conversation, a reminder of the fragility of life and the strength of their love. As Mia drifted in and out of sleep, Charlotte remained vigilant by her side, whispering words of encouragement and love whenever Mia stirred. The hours turned into days, and with each passing moment, Mia grew stronger. Doctors came and went, offering updates and assurances that Mia was on the mend. Finally, the day came when Mia was discharged from the hospital. Charlotte helped her into the car, careful not to let go of her hand as they drove home. The sun was setting in a blaze of orange and pink hues, casting a warm glow over everything.

"I can't believe we're finally going home," Mia murmured, leaning her head against Charlotte's shoulder.

"We made it," Charlotte replied, squeezing Mia's hand gently. "And we're going to be okay."

They pulled into their driveway, greeted by the familiar sight of their home bathed in the soft evening light. As they walked through the door, Mia paused, turning to Charlotte with a grateful smile.

"Thank you for never giving up on me," Mia said, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

Charlotte wrapped her arms around Mia, holding her close. "I love you," she whispered, her voice filled with all the emotions that words could never fully express. They stood there, embracing each other, knowing that they had faced their darkest hour together and emerged stronger because of it. As the evening settled around them, Charlotte knew that their love was a beacon, guiding them through whatever challenges lay ahead.NAnd as they settled into the comfort of their home, Mia nestled against Charlotte's chest, they both knew that their silent promise had been kept — they were together, and they would always be there for each other, no matter what.

Charlotte's phone rung. Once, twice.. She picked it up and her face drained white. 

An- 

Nothing would happen to mia.. please don't murder me i beg