"We are as responsible for Rosalind's death. So, don't you dare back out now. We all have our secrets which is making us feel guilty. Own up to it and help me find who killed her."
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Valerie Hudson and Brianna Sawyer left their small town life and...
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"Hey there," Blake's exhausted voice greeted me.
It had been two official days and people now expected me to open my eyes.
Doctors had performed several tests on me these past couple of days.
My mom and dad came rushing in the room and mom almost broke down after looking at my condition. My dad tried to talk to me, but he failed miserably.
Kelly had been reading me Little Women trying to motivate me in her own way.
I felt Blake's fingertips brush my hand and then caress my cheeks. "It's been officially two days and you haven't spoke a single word yet. I miss hearing your voice and your parents miss you too."
A heavy sigh followed by another statement, "I'm not really good at these confessions so I apologise in advance if I didn't meet you expectations, but you need to know that I tried my best. I mean, you can't blame me for wanting to make it perfect, because I'm doing this for the first time and-"
Oh come on! Say it already. The anticipation is killing me more than the stab wound.
"I like you," Blake blabbered. "A lot. I never really thought that I would be lucky enough to experience these feelings for you, but I do. I've been wanting to say this for a long time now but recently you started getting really awkward around me and I didn't want to ruin anything."
"Well, I was awkward because of Brianna," I replied, knowing that he couldn't hear me.
"But now I'm desperate and want you to open those wonderful brown eyes, so that I can get lost in them," he said.
Even though I didn't get to witness Blake's expressions, I felt his emotions.
I could feel the desperation in his tone and plea in his eyes.
I wanted to open my eyes and wrap my eyes around Blake now more than anything. In my ignorance, I developed feelings for him.
I just felt so damn special knowing that he tried to control his snarky comments because I told him to.
A minute later after the confession, I heard the chair screech, implying that either Blake had exited the room or he stood up for some reason.
After losing the battle with myself after multiple tries, I gave up and rested. I couldn't wake up, not even when I tried to force myself.
After what felt like hours, I sensed commotion in the room.
Someone had just pushed open the door and was now approaching me.
My fight or flight mode kicked into gear after knowing that it wasn't my parents, Kelly or Blake.
"Get well soon, sweetie," A deep, hoarse voice wished me and then left.
