Too Late To love her💔💘

CHAPTER TWELVE

Ethan didn’t remember leaving the classroom.

He just knew he was running.

The notebook was still in his hand, his grip tight like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

His mind was loud.

Too loud.

Her words.

Her feelings.

Her pain.

All of it replaying over and over again.

“I saw him smile again today…”

Each step felt heavier.

Faster.

Desperate.

By the time he reached the hospital, his chest was tight, his breathing uneven.

For the first time—

He was scared.

Not for himself.

For her.

“Excuse me,” he said quickly at the front desk. “Blue—she was brought in here a few days ago.”

The nurse looked up.

Recognition flickered in her eyes.

“Are you family?” she asked.

“No,” he said immediately.

Then paused.

“…I need to see her.”

Something in his voice must have been enough.

Because after a moment, she nodded.

“Room 214.”

He didn’t wait.

The walk down the hallway felt endless.

Each step filled with something he couldn’t name.

Regret.

Fear.

Guilt.

All of it tangled together.

He stopped in front of the door.

Room 214.

His hand hovered over the handle.

For a second—

He hesitated.

Because a part of him already knew.

Knew that whatever was on the other side…

Would change everything.

Slowly, he pushed the door open.

And then—

He saw her.

Blue.

Lying on the bed.

Still.

Quiet.

Too quiet.

Machines surrounded her, soft beeping sounds filling the room.

Her skin looked pale.

Fragile.

Like she could disappear at any moment.

Ethan’s chest tightened painfully.

“…Blue,” he said.

Her name.

For the first time—

It felt real.

He stepped closer.

Each movement slow.

Careful.

Like he was afraid of breaking something that was already broken.

“You…”

His voice faltered.

He didn’t know what to say.

How do you speak…

When it’s already too late?

“I read it,” he said quietly, holding up the notebook slightly. “Your… journal.”

No response.

Of course not.

She looked so small.

So different from the girl who used to sit quietly in the corner.

The girl who used to look at him like he was everything.

“I didn’t know,” he continued, his voice shaking slightly. “I didn’t know it was like that for you.”

Silence.

“I was…” he paused, swallowing hard. “I was wrong.”

The words felt heavy.

But not enough.

They would never be enough.

“I hurt you,” he said. “A lot.”

His grip on the notebook tightened.

“And you still… you still cared about me.”

His voice broke slightly.

For the first time—

Ethan felt it.

Not just guilt.

But regret.

Real regret.

The kind that stays.

The kind that doesn’t go away.

“I should’ve noticed,” he whispered. “I should’ve seen you.”

But he didn’t.

He never did.

Not when it mattered.

Not when she needed him.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly.

The words hung in the air.

Small.

Useless.

Too late.

“I’m so sorry, Blue.”

The machines continued their steady rhythm.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

But she didn’t move.

Didn’t respond.

Didn’t open her eyes.

And in that moment—

Ethan realized something terrifying.

He could say everything now.

He could finally feel everything.

He could finally understand.

But none of it mattered.

Because she wasn’t there to hear it.

And maybe…

She never would be again.