WILLOW'S POVMy eyes darted to Tristan, who was screaming his lungs out as he tried to force his way through the gates. My feet were glued to the ground as every single memory of Tristan held me down, even as the upcoming vehicle tried to hit the brakes.I picked the right day to wear black. Today was the day I die. Death won't escape me now. Maybe I'll see Mom. Did she even want to see me?As my life flashed before my eyes, I heard some voices trying to sink in through my skull, but I was too in the moment to listen.This was it, the light shined so bright for me, leading me to my early grave, a way for me to die. All those times I hurt Tristan, in my eyes, it felt so slow and right to die. But one person won't let me die that easy, not without him eventually.Quickly, Tristan made his way past the gates as he raced towards me, pushing me away from the hands of death. The moment he saved me, the moment he pushed me away from the cold hands of death, the upcoming vehicle, which turns

WILLOW'S POV"I'm sorry..." Vivian's expression haunted me, her words echoing in my mind as if she was saying goodbye forever. The fear intensified when I remembered her promise to my mom, vowing to keep me safe no matter the cost to her own life.I'm overwhelmed with confusion and torn between staying to ask Vivian how she knew my mom, what she meant by "people change," and whether someone is after Tristan. A whirlwind of thoughts fills my mind like popping corn, but my primary focus and fear remain centered on Tristan .The White room is reserved for those teetering on the verge of death, where medical intervention proves futile. I've frequented that place countless times, witnessing too many souls slip away in their sleep. They linger there until they drift into a deep slumber from which they never awaken.My heart bleeds every moment I think about Tristan in this situation. He's on life support, attached to oxygen, and won't wake up. Any moment now, his heart will stop as he slowl

WILLOW'S POVI breathe in and out, trying to calm myself down. The pressure is too much. If I don't perform the surgery, who knows if he'll even wake up on his own? If I do perform the surgery, Tristan could still die, or at least he might have one of the side effects."I'm calling Hailey," Jaxon said, bringing out his phone."Too late, I'm already here," Hailey crept up behind us, and we both flinched. How did she get in so quietly?"How did you get here?" I asked, confused. I looked at Hailey, then back at Jaxon, hoping they wouldn't just get into an argument at Tristan's deathbed."Tristan is my brother. I put a tracker on him ever since he was 18, and I stole one of the nurse's key passes," Hailey said, pulling out a keypad, leaving both me and Jaxon gawking in amazement."Don't ever do that again; you almost scared the life out of me," Jaxon said, his tone sharp as Hailey coldly glared at him. Call me crazy, but lately, I feel like they've been off. It's obvious they've had bante

WILLOW'S POV"Tristan..." I twirled as my eyes darted directly to a woman standing against the frames of the door. She wore light makeup, though she went overboard with the lipstick. Her skin was as white as snow, glowing with a pale complexion. Her long blonde hair was neatly decked with a hairband, and she wore a short black denim dress revealing her perfectly toned legs. She slung a purse through her hand, looking like a goddess with an uncanny resemblance to someone I knew, but either way, she looked gorgeous.A smile crawled its way to her face as she looked happy and excited, making her way to Tristan. But Hailey came forward and stopped her."Tina..." Tristan said, shocked, while Hailey , who earlier wore a bright smile, growled as her smile slowly depreciated into an ugly frown. Her eyes were cold as she glared at Tina, who didn't seem to stutter or bother as her eyes darted to me."Hailey, get out of my way," Tina growled, averting her eyes and glaring at Hailey . But Hailey

HAILEY'S POVWillow went to get lunch at the cafeteria while I went to check up on the test I took earlier concerning my baby's gender. I was directed to Markus's office. As I made my way through the corridors, I started to get sick of this hospital; it's like bad luck because we all end up here, and I don't trust Markus. Come to think of it, he could be the reason why Willow was distant from Tristan. I cussed under my breath as I stood before the door, gathering my thoughts before seeking answers. I sighed and tapped gently on the door. There was no reply. I put my ear against the door, but I didn't hear anything. My hand moved to the doorknob, and I hesitantly opened the door. As a group of nurses approached, I panicked and dashed into the office, shutting the door behind me. I breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door once again, checking if I had been discovered. Fortunately, I hadn't.The office was dim and dull, the curtains blinded the windows, preventing light from brighte