Elena…”
The voice was faint. Deep. Raspy. Vince.
My heart ached anew and I itched to get closer to the voice. To him. To cry my heart out and beg him never to leave. To tell him I'm sorry.
But the harder I stretched my hand to him, the more he was out of touch.
“Elena…”
I felt a hand hovering over mine. And a shadow cast above me. Faint background voices joined in, destroying my beautiful illusion of Vince.
My eyes slowly opened, taking in the blurry, white ceilings.
The voices whispered more, all at once, making it kinda hard to grab a thing.
I took a deep breath, blinking until my vision cleared. The smell. The ceiling. The ambiance. I knew exactly where I was.
“Luna Elena. Are you alright?” Dr. Drake asked, hovering over me. He had a cautious gaze and a pitiful stare.
