Isra.
I stood outside the ward of the hospital room, staring through the window of the man that almost wanted to have me killed.
Then being told he cared for me, made me feel somehow, and seeing him lying on that made me go into a coma. I didn’t know what to think of anymore or what I should feel for him.
I watched him from the window, his wife was inside the room with him, she cleaned his body with a wet towel and then sat beside him when she was done.
“Are you not going in?” Declan whispered behind me, and I shook my head slowly.
“You might just want to see him, and that’s all.”
“You had no idea how he hurt me.” I murmured quietly.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, and placed his hand over my shoulder, pulling me into his arms, I leaned into him, and placed my head on his shoulder.
