My heart belongs to you, the way I belong to you. Only, I wish you belonged to me too. ~ A. Gupta
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“Cole.” His name came out on a whisper like a prayer. My breath hitched and my lungs stopped working at the sight of him as I took in the bandages covering his head, arm and upper chest, the wires and tubes going around his body.
“Tell her that I forgive her.” Brenna had passed his message to me, and I couldn’t think about anything else but that. I had been clinging to those words since they told me about his accident and then kept me away from him regardless of how much I pleaded to let me see him. And every time I thought about those words, it only brought fresh tears to my eyes. Even when he was in a hospital bed in so much pain, he was thinking about me. Me, who had hurt him.
