Eleanor’s POV:
I was back in the wedding dress, holding Ethan’s arm as we walked down the altar. His charming smile said how happy we was being with me and my eyes couldn’t miss a single thing about him. We were so in love until one of us had to leave and the aura of gloom surrounded our wedding hall. There was panic and distress but most of all, there was my past standing tall before me as I knelt down to see Ethan’s last breaths passing away. He was gone and I was left all alone to face my past.
I was shaken to the bottom of my core and had a strong urge to puke. As I opened my eyes, I saw myself in bed and there was a lady in the room facing away from me. I tried to get myself sit up but had no power to do so.
“Oh, you are finally up. Let me help you” said a familiar voice that
