𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 [𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒚 𝑿 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓] DISCONTINUED

13

                            [DANIEL]

           ▪︎I slowly opened my eyes. The first one I see is a plain white ceiling
Where am I, again? I asked myself.

              I sat up slowly and began to hold my head. I look at my wrist to see my ticking watch. A monitor beeping beside me.

           Fuck! I have to see Y/n.

           Without hesitation, I descended from the bed and walked towards the door. Why did I have my own room? What happened?  I sprinted across the hall- even though it's against the rules- I just fucked up again, she could be awake by now and I'm not gonna be there, that's the wrong thing.
 

           “Mr. Arien! What are you doing here? Are you alright?”

             A middle-aged doctor approaches me with a skeptical smile. I twisted my eyebrows and begin to look at him, ‘Arien, who?’

           “You have to rest for a while, you just got a panic attack earlier and…it was worse.” he tapped my shoulder and was about to turn me around. I stepped back, lips parting slightly and breathing unstable.

        “N-no, I have to see Y/n Bloom.”

                   “Yes, we know. She's your fianceè, She's alright Mr. Arien–” he looked at me. Fianceè?! What did the guys tell him? Pretty immature. “–But you have to take care of yourself too.”

      I shook my head stubbornly and held my palm high, “I said I have to see her.” I look at him in the eyes and did not wait for his answer. I sprinted across the halls again and look for her room.

       My heart briskly beating inside my chest. What will happen if she knows I'm the one who shot her? She'll be angry at me, worse she'll see me as this monster whom she's afraid to get close to.

      I stopped in front of her door. The plain white plank hovered over my figure, I took a deep breath— Inside here is the girl who I loved and hurt. Her soul must be waiting for the justice of the crime that I have committed. I couldn't blame her if she wants me to be in jail and have a death penalty. It's her choice.

     
      I reach for the knob. Anxiousness has taken over me as my fingers started to tremble. And with great courage I have twisted it and open the door, slowly, I went inside with my eyes locking with her close ones.

     The guys are already inside, their head craned to look at me. I can already feel the tension of their hatred eyes. But, I didn't take a glimpse of them, all my attention was consumed by the sleeping beauty in front of me.

       “Leave us alone for a minute,” I demanded. The three of them stood up and descended towards the door. I look at the last person who stopped in front of me and gave me a concerned look. Jonah's eyes hung low.

      Then he went off.

  I heard the door shut behind me. I look at her structures, from her forehead to her sharp jawline. I held her hand and intertwine my fingers with hers. I look at our locked hands and smiled sadly.

      ‘This could be us,’ I thought to myself. I look at her closed eyes again, her eyelashes stroke down her cheeks. My heart hoped that they will open again and I wish I'll see those beautiful (C/E) eyes.

     “I'm sorry..” I softly said. I know she couldn't hear me, and I know even if she heard me she'll never forgive me-but the important thing is I tried. “I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for taking away your will of living your life. And I'm sorry for loving you too much. ” the last one hurt me the most to utter the words.