ALICE’S POV
The hospital room was cold, the rhythmic beeping of the machines filling the silence. Rose lay motionless, her face pale against the stark white sheets.
I sat beside her sobbing profusely, my hands trembling as I clutched the edge of my seat. I wanted to say something—to whisper I’m sorry over and over again—but the words felt meaningless now.
She had been unconscious for two days.
Two whole days since I lost control and made the worst mistake of my life.
Two days since I let my jealousy take over, should I call it jealousy? I thought to myself.
My fingers hovered over her hand, but I couldn’t bring myself to touch her.
What if she never forgives me when she wakes?
That's if she wakes, another voice lingering over me
No she will! I said out loud talking to myself.
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