He bent down, next to her bed, beside her motionless body and took her small hand in his big ones and intertwined his fingers with hers. His eyes wander over her beautifully sculptured face. Her long, wavy sunshine hair, soft skin, cute button nose, pouty and luring lips and a small chin which he loved to kiss every morning back when they were together. How he wants to look in those breathtakingly beautiful blue eyes of her and drown in then, deep. How he wants to hear her angelic voice. How he wants her to say his name. How he wants her to be part of his life again. He needs her in his life, he realized when she had walked away from him and he didn't make any attempts to stop her. Why would he have stopped her? When he was the one who threw her out of his life and made her suffer. And he regrets it. He regrets every torture she suffered because of him. He regrets making her cry all night. He regrets raising his voice on her. He regrets snatching her lovely smile from her and turning her once lively eyes into dead ones. He has decided to give her a happy life back to her. He has finally decided to make things work between them. He has to or else he wouldn't be able to live with himself. He will make her his own once again.