ISOBEL
When I woke up again, the room was quiet, except for the sound of the machine beeping, and I could get the scent of antiseptic in the air. My body still ached, but it wasn’t as painful as before. I shifted slightly as I tried to test my strength, and I sighed in relief when the pain wasn’t as much.
Mason wasn’t in the chair anymore. Instead, he was standing by the window, and his back was facing me, as he stared outside. His back was tense, and his hands were in his pockets like he was deep in thoughts. I watched him for a moment, and I could t help but remember our conversation before I fell asleep.
He said he missed me and that was scared of losing me. I didn’t know how to process that.
Mason had spent so much time hating me, pushing me away, and making sure I knew I wasn’t co
