ROSE POV.
~Sometimes, love looks like staying even when the body wants to go~
The hallway smells like detergents and disinfectants… metals, needles, the beds all smell like that. That’s the thing about hospitals, after a while they start to feel familiar. You get used to the piercings, to the blood, to the routine checks, and to the pity.
In hospitals, time freezes.
I am sitting outside in my wheelchair chair there is a small hill beside the hospital. Mum doesn’t approve of me going there but oh well.
It’s a bit too warm but I like it that way.
Liam is here beside me, his legs stretched, his back slouched like he has been here forever.
“Do you want to go back in?” Liam’s voice is soft beside me, gentle in that way only he can pull off without sounding like pity. His hand is warm
