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CHAPTER 91 SITTING WITH THE ACHE ISLA When Talia collapsed onto the floor with grief, my chest collapsed with her. She looked like her body, soul and bones had given up on her. It felt like a quiet defeated drop, her back sliding down the wall until she was sitting on the cold tiles. Her knee was pulled up up her chest as she stared at nothing. “I can’t do it,” she whispered. “I can’t attend his funeral.” I stared at her with no answer left in my mouth. After a few seconds of silence, I slid down the wall too and sat beside her on the floor, my shoulder brushing hers. The tiles were cold through my clothes, seeping into my bones and send a kind of chill down my spine. Talia turned her head slowly, brows knitting together with genuine confusion. “What are you doing?” I shrugged lightly. “It seems like the floor is providing you with a kind of comfort I can't. So I want to learn from it. Her lips trembled then she chuckled, wiping off the tear that slid down her face. “You

CHAPTER 93WHERE I NEED TO BEISLAAfter almost losing my mind last night on the call with Ellis, I needed to see him, so I decided it to be the next day. After the whole hassle at the funeral that day, I needed the rest. When morning came, it crept in quietly. Pale light slipped through the thin through the thin curtains and settled on the walls, making the colours of the wall stand out in a cute way. I was already awake, sitting on the edge of the guest bed with my phone in my hands, going through my last text with Noah and Rowan. Yeah, I missed them. But making international calls were hard. At least, I had Ellis here. It's a win. I exhaled slowly and stood up, walking towards the bedside mirror that was provided in the room. I dressed with intention. I was wearing a light jeans, soft sweater and my hair pulled back neatly. Not because I was trying to look good, but because I needed to feel put together. The thought of Ellis going in for a surgery as huge as a brain surgery,

CHAPTER 95 BRAVADO AND BONES ISLA Call me crazy, and I'll gladly answer. Because what the fuck what I doing!? I walked to the door, strutting like I owned the room. My back was straight, shoulders rolled back and chin lifted with all the confidence of someone who absolutely knew what she was doing. But inside, inbsjde I was everything that was the opposite of what was going on outside. My heart was beating so loud I could swear Ellis could hear it over the steady hum of the heart monitor that stood beside his bed. My palms were damp, my stomach flipping nervously as my brain screamed the same words over and over again. “This is insane!” “Uou’re in a hospital!” “This is wildly inappropriate, turn around now!” But I didn’t. I was all for the adventure and I wanted to experience it so bad. I reached the door, turned the lock carefully, and tested it once, just to be sure. I don't want that nurse walking in on us again. The clock that sounded any time I tried to pull the

CHAPTER 97 IF WISHES WERE HORSES ISLA Hospitals had a unique way of stretching time until it felt cruel. The hallway outside the operating room was too white, too quiet and too clean for the mess unraveling inside my chest. My footsteps echoed as I paced back and forth, back and forth, it was like if I stop moving, my heart might actually tear itself apart. I clasped my hands together, then unclasped them. I sat. I stood. I whispered prayers I haven’t said since I was a child—prayers I wasn't even sure I believed in anymore. But in this hallway, with a man that held a piece of my heart behind the doors of the operating room, I had to believe it. Please. Please. Please. The red light above the operating room door stayed on, taunting me each second that passed, refusing to change. I looked at my phone for the hundredth time even though there was nothing new to see. No messages, no missed calls, no comfort hiding behind a glowing screen. What was I expecting? It isn't like

CHAPTER 99 ALIVE AGAIN ELLIS Coming back to consciousness felt like swimming upward through thick water. It was slow, heavy and disorienting. Especially after literally dying and fighting your way back to life. My eyelids fluttered, then burned as they opened. The light above me was too bright, almost blinding my vision. My head throbbed deeply, like an ache lodged somewhere far inside my skull. I blinked again, trying to make sense of where I was before slowly it dawned on me that I back in my hospital room and every of my memory came rushing back to me at once. The smell of antiseptic and plastic gave it away first, then the steady beeping of something near my left ear. There was a dull weight wrapped around my head as I breathed in carefully. Right… I'd escaped the shackles of death. That realization hadn’t even fully settled when I noticed Isla's eyes resting on mine. She was standing at the foot of the bed, her face lit up like she’d just seen the sun for the first tim