Everyone held their breath. All eyes were trained on Elena. When would she wake up? I was dying here, feeling like a failure. I felt like I'd just been screwed over by the very love I run from. I was in love with Elena, and repeating those words in my mind felt like acid on my tongue.
Elena, the same woman who looks like my enemy. Elena, the same girl who mysteriously reminds me of my dead mate. Elena, whom I'd first betrayed and then come to love.
"Something is wrong," I let out, glancing at my watch. Her hair was almost fully white. Only parts of her edges were left. But she wasn't up.
"Let's give her time," her mom spoke up. "Let's all leave the room, we're crowding her."
"Time? She's about to go blonde, and when that happens, we've lost her. You're thinking about giving her space.
