Azazel
It had been three days and she was just the way she'd been three days ago. If it wasn't for the constant rise and fall of her chest, I would've thought she was... no, she's alive, breathing. I can't think about losing her when I've found her back after so long. I couldn't believe I didn't find out. There were so many clues, so many similarities and yet... if only I could figure it out. Maybe, I had my doubts. But I let them remain just doubts. Because trying to prove them right is something that demands hope. And dare I hope.
And against all odds, she was there. In front of me. I caressed her forehead gently. She didn't even move. She looked so beautiful, so serene, in her never-ending sleep. Just like sleeping beauty. If only she could wake up with a kiss of true love.
I, Jayden
