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73. She isn't who we thought
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2025-09-06 00:01:12~Olyon~
Bethany’s chest rises slightly with a shallow, ragged inhale. That inhale sounds pained, but I barely restrain the relieved sob that tries to break free from my chest.
Alive.
Somehow.
It makes no sense, but she’s alive, and that’s all I can think about.
Voices and footsteps sound in the hallway. I gently set my beautiful, confusing sweetheart down to shut and lock the door.
When I return, she’s still breathing.
All I want is to smooth the hair from her face and kiss every inch of her as she warms back up, but I refrain.
If she wakes and feels me touching her, it might set her off.
But as the color starts to return to her face, sweat beads on her forehead, and her brows furrow softly in pain. A whimper so soft I almost miss it rises from her th
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