Bound by an arranged marriage,
Rose Francis and Devin Keller are forced to work and live together. She has secretly loved him since she was little but he firmly believes that she hates him just as much he hates her.
At one point everything will c...
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Guilt is a small, too small, word for what I'm feeling right now. It doesn't fully describe the hatred I feel for myself right now.
It's my fault, it's all my fault. That's the only thing wandering in my mind since last night when I came back. Dad is so disappointed in me but not more than me. He told me everything that happened in the last two days, he said he tried to call me first but I didn't pick up and then he called Rose.
On the call with Rose she dropped her phone and it broke. Dad said that he went to our house and found her collapsed on the floor. A tiny cut was on her forehead because of the fall, he took her to their own house because her parent's house is empty.
Their condition isn't okay, they came back from Manchester and the accident happened on the way back from airport. Their car slammed into a truck which was being driven by a drunk man who immediately died on the spot and their own condition is severe.
Uncle has gotten a concussion and swelling of the brain, which put him into the coma. The brain damage is severe and doctors said that the chances of recovery are low. Aunt has a moderate traumatic brain injury and a broken arm, her coma is considered moderate and chances of waking up are high.
When dad told me all of that I felt like I couldn't breathe, my heart sank as dad described the gravity of the accident. Dad said that she is anything but okay, all she is doing for these two days is crying her heart out, then when he started to leave I wanted to go with him, to her but I couldn't. Guilt and shame stopped me.
He said that she is refusing to eat anything. My parents didn't take her to the hospital but she keeps on insisting, so they're taking her to the hospital today and my right hand is clutching the steering wheel as I drive there too.
My mind is stuck on her since....
Well since that kiss.... I still can't forget the way she tasted or felt and I know I won't ever be able to forget it.
I stop the car in front of the hospital building and rub my eyes. I absolutely do not have an ounce of courage to face her or the condition of my aunt and uncle but I can't run away anymore.
I'm afraid. Yes, I'm afraid of what I might see in this building. I take a deep breath and unlock the door to step out, the slightly chilly morning breeze hits me but I'm wearing my jacket, I didn't bother to change clothes or eat anything since I came back. I couldn't even sleep last night, as if I slept the day before and the day before that but whatever, peaceful sleep isn't something that happens to me anyway.
I clench my fist to stop this anxious feeling as I walk through the entrance of the building, I spot the reception and make my way towards it. The nurse looks up from the computer. "I'm looking for David and Diana Francis...." My voice is quiet.
