When she opened her eyes for the second time, Rose was in a hospital room. Alone. Her family obviously didn't know about her being there. So they didn't know about Maxence either. It was for the better. And for now, she was alone with that news. That so terrible news. She couldn't bear the thought of it but she couldn't panic anymore. She was just so numb. Probably because of some meds she had been given. Probably because of something else. Who knew?
As soon as a nurse came back to check on her, Rose asked for her husband. She didn't want to believe he was dead. She would feel it in her guts if he was dead and she had the feeling that he was still alive. Whatever had happened, he was alive. So, when the doctors decided that she could handle it, when they saw that her heart was strong enough to cope with the truth, they took her to the morgue and uncovered the top of the body, keeping the rest, from the shoulders to the feet, covered. They had all expected her to break down at the sight of the broken body of her husband.
They stepped back as she came closer to the body. Tears were in her eyes. He had been beaten so badly that he was unrecognizable. His eyes were closed and swollen. The memory of the amazing piercing blue eyes crossed her mind. She remembered all the times he had looked at her with those eyes. How many times had she drown in the icy blue eyes that seemed to hypnotise her every time. She was tempted to open them just to see them one last time. Even if she knew they would be covered with the veil of death now. But they would be as beautiful as ever.
She cupped her husband's cheek with her hand. His skin was so cold under her fingers. He hadn't been dead for long but the morgue was keeping his temperature low for the body's preservation. She slowly stroked his face, touching every feature to be able to remember them later. Her fingers wandered on his neck and uncovered his shoulders softly. Then, she had a reaction no one had expected from her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she laughed in relief.
"It's not him," she murmured in relief, so relieved. "It's not my Maxence."
Because her Maxence had been attacked by a dog when he was a young boy and that attack had left a scar on his right shoulder. And that scar she had so many times stroked and kissed before wasn't there. Her Maxence was alive. Somewhere. But who was that guy the police had found in their villa?
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Down to Earth
Fanfiction"Instead of killing himself, he could rewrite his whole life and have a better one. He only had to use the Chameleon arch. And maybe finally be happy in a life where his past as killer wouldn't weight so much on his shoulders."
