River POV
I had never felt fear as I did when she ran. I felt her intentions, a sense of desperation that gripped my chest. I knew that if I did not reach her in time, she would take her life. I had sprinted faster than ever before, my heart pounded in my ears and my legs burned with exertion.
Finally, when I reached her, I saved her at the very last moment. But instead of relief, I felt a surge of guilt. I restrained her to my bed, unable to trust that she would not harm herself. Self-loathing consumed me as I promised myself that she would stay here, in this bed, in my room, until I was certain she posed no danger to herself.
I was aware that she might despise me for this, but I was willing to earn her love over time. Even if she hated me now, I would show her that she could be happy,
