V I K T O R I A
We quickly go to the designated room, which was given to us by the lady.
Room 120.
I open it to see him all tied up in bandages, a tube connected to an oxygen tank. I watched his chest rise up and down, while I sob quietly onto Kristen's shoulder.
Kristen pokes me, pointing to Ashton.
I go over to him, standing beside his bed. I ruffle his hair lightly, and I remember the thought that he likes it when I do it.
I watch him for a good five minutes, when his eyes squint and looks up at me.
I kiss his forehead, while I reach for his hands intertwine his fingers against mine. I lightly rub circles over his bruised knuckles and peck him on the lips.
"I love you so much, always." I mumble.
A loud beep erupts from one of the machines, and I flinch at the sound.
Nurses come rushing in, and I set myself aside while they surround Ashton's body.
By this time, I was already shaking. Kristen was beside me, rubbing my back while I cry in my hands.
"V, please breathe. Please." Kristen mumbles, engulfing me in a hug.
"It will always be you, V. I promise."
His voice rings in my head, while I sob harder.
I wasn't paying attention to what the doctors were doing, but when I turned my back, all of their faces were in a frown and his body was being covered in a white sheet.
"Is he dead?" I ask, through muffled sobs.
Tell me no. Please.
"I'm sorry, ma'am." The doctor mumbles, walking away.
I cry again, and scream, this time. I could give less of a fuck if all of them heard, all I wanted to do was scream until my voicebox was empty.
I felt like shit, stomped on and played with. We were going to be married soon. In six fucking months.
I felt so angry, at myself, at the world. I hate everyone, I hate this place. I hate everything.
How was I supposed to live with a broken promise, hatred and a broken heart?
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