When I enter the room, my girl is laying in the hospital bed with a distant look in her eyes, her imagination had probably taken her far away like so many times before.
She'd always say it's a part of being an introvert but the way she could just escape reality always worried me slightly.
I sit on the chair by her bed and uncounciously reach for her hand, squeezing it slightly. She doesn't pull away, but she doesn't react either.
I wake up to a sound of harsh breathing and huffing, coming form somewhere very close to me, and I quickly open my eyes, investigating my surroundings. I frown at the unfamiliar white ceiling and almost too comfortable bed, wondering where exactly I am, until I remember - Axel's house.I'm in myboyfriend'shouse.Yesterday afternoon I was finally able to leave the hospital, and Axel brought me here. I know that this is all normal and the way it should be, but it still feels a bit weird.
Sophie's P.O.V.Oh god I hope I got his name right.The handsome guy with jet black hair turns to look at me and quickly starts taking steps toward me. "Oh, my god, you're just letting her walk around on her own after what she's been through?" he exclaims and I make a move to move away from him, but he manages to sneak his arm around my waist.Axel looks absolutely infuria
Sophie's P.O.V.Oh god I hope I got his name right.The handsome guy with jet black hair turns to look at me and quickly starts taking steps toward me. "Oh, my god, you're just letting her walk around on her own after what she's been through?" he exclaims and I make a move to move away from him, but he manages to sneak his arm around my waist.Axel looks absolutely infuria
Oh my, this is gorgeous.I think to myself looking around the room.The walls are painted soft beige, one of my favourite colours, and the floor is covered with soft carpet.But what matters the most is that this is some sort of an office; an office for writers.
"Relationship?" he looks at me with an expectant expression on his face.Goddamn it. I hated that word more and more.I sigh. What do I say? I can't hurt him, but I also just woke up in this."I-" I close my eyes, trying to put the words together, and I can just feel Axel putting distance between us as he sees how reluctant I am.
Axel's P.O.V.Holy fuck.I can feel my blood slowly turning colder and colder in my veins as I numbly watch the television.I think Sophie sat down next to me, but I'm not sure.
Days pass by without me realizing what's actually going on. I am nothing but a mere spectator, watching somebody else's life unroll in front of my eyes. I am trapped in a shell - a shell made of my deepest fear.It's amazing what fear can do to a person; it has led me to kill and now to stop living my life and just become a fragment of what I used to be, waiting for something to happen.Waiting for police to lock me up and accuse me of murder and to make me spend
Sophie's P.O.V.A picture.In my hand, there is a picture and on it is a beautiful girl. She has blue eyes, dark long hair - she's beautiful, especially with the way she's smiling at the camera.She looks kind, someone I'd like to get to know and probably become friends with. She looks