HIS LOVE, BOOK TEN
Nicole
It's dark outside when I wake up and the world has that serene, middle of the night feel to it, even though too many lights are on in the building opposite the hospital for it to be very late. Mark is dressed again, standing by the window and gazing out. The distance between us feels so vast it's as though he's not even in the room, like he's just a figment of my imagination.
He turns to me as I move on the bed, and the love and care in his eyes is unmistakable, renders all distance pointless. Yet all that is encased in ice, transparent but thick, I realize once he walks over and just stands over me, his hands by his sides.
"How do you feel?" he asks.
"Better…good," I reply, blinking up at him, because for some reason I want to cry, even though I'm perfectly
