HEATH’S POV
Day two.
I know it without anyone telling me. I feel it in my bones.
In the way the bond hasn’t snapped… but hasn’t strengthened either. It lingers... thin, fragile, like a thread soaked in water, ready to tear with the slightest pull.
She’s still here. But barely.
The room smells wrong. Too clean. Too sharp. Too empty without her.
I sit beside her bed, hunched forward, elbows on my knees, her hand in mine like it’s the only thing anchoring me to this world.
Rosalie hasn’t moved. Not once. Not even a twitch.
Her chest rises… falls… too slow. Too shallow.
Every breath feels like it could be the last.
And every time there’s even the slightest pause between them, my heart stops right along with hers.
“Don’t,” I whisper hoarsely. “Don’t do that to me.”
She doesn’t liste
