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CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

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TESSA

It has been two unbearable weeks since I received the news that during the surgery, he went into a cardiac arrest and that landed him in a coma.

Two weeks and the only proof that Leonardo was still alive came from a machine. Two weeks of listening to the steady beeping of the machine and praying it wouldn't be the last sound tying him to this world.

I stared at his pale face, tubes connected to his mouth and my chest tightened so painfully I could barely breathe. It felt like someone had pierced a dagger through my heart and kept twisting.

The doctors were not sure about the outcome of the surgery. Everything went well but suddenly towards the end there was a slight complication and since then he has been in this state.

Not moving, not blinking, not even saying a word.

Countless times I'd spoken to him, begging him to wake up, to come back to me but each time, I was met with silence.

I held his cold palms in mine, raising them up to my cheeks as my vision blurred again.
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