Better Off Alone✔

€hapter 21:

Alex's POV:

  You know the space between one building and another, one word and the next, sunset and moonrise?

   That's where I lost her.

   She was here lying in the bed, breathing soundly, and then her breathing was pulled to a hault.

   She was gone between the end of one breath and another that never began...

  I lost her in that space.

   Her hand was warm against mine, fingertips caressing her thumb, then moments later she lie breathless, cold and pale.

   That truck ripped her away from me in an instance of mere dispair and the last words she spoke to me were of pain and hatred...

    And she slowly faded away with the love that we once shared...

   "Hey... Hey Alex? Wake up!"

   My eyes fluttered open tiringly and the horrible image of Paris faded into bright lights and people in chairs, upset for various reasons of their own.

It was all just a horrible and utterly realistic nightmare.

   "Hey, the doctor said that she's in critical condition. She has 5 broken ribs, a punctured kidney, broken colorbone, 3 concussions, and she's in a coma. But they think she'll be okay..." K.C. stated with eyes almost as tired as mine.

   Hence that I said almost .

   But for that moment, I forgot about a night of restless sleep and a nightmare that could kill if it wished.

  She was alive. She was breathing.

  She wasn't taken from me.

   "Are we allowed to see her!" I responded with urgency as strong as the headache rising behind my eyes.

   "No, it's only family as of the moment. But, don't sweat it, she's okay. You should probably go home and get some rest. You've been here for.... A while."

   She lays her soft hand on my cheek and gives me a genuine smile.

   "You're the first person to ever earn her trust. I've never earned it... You must be special." She announces with tearful eyes.

   I look down at my worn out vans, comparing them to the love that was so terribly worn from trust.

   "Yeah, I'm not so sure that's the case anymore..."

  I felt hot tears forming so I tried to blink them away.

  But once you blink it just spreads the tears across your eyeball, willing them to pour endlessly down your cheeks.

   The cheeks that have worn those tears time and time again.

   Cloaked in pain and sorrow.

   Grief and loss.

   "What do you mean? " She says letting her hand fall from my face.

   I let my body tense as the memories of my wronging flood my brain.

   I brace myself for the explanation I know could take Paris away from me.

   But death won't rip her away from me, only the anger and hurt that this heavenly body of wit causes.

   She'll leave me, even if not for heaven or hell.

   She'll leave me because of hurt.

   And that might just be worse.