Adrian walked into the room unsteadily, the attendant at his side.Vivian followed behind him, her face pale.Fear had her hands shaking beyond her control.Adrian's hand stayed on the white sheet a long time.He drew it slowly back with trembling fingers, uncovering my colorless face.When she saw the state of me, Vivian let out a short scream and gagged.Everything she had eaten that morning came back up, and a foul smell spread through the air.Adrian didn't take care of her the way he always had. He went on standing there, blank.His eyes fixed on my face without blinking.My face was bloodless, bloated, and ugly from the water. Even I recoiled from it.Adrian did not recoil. Instead, he pressed a trembling hand to my cheek.He tried to pass the warmth of his palm into my cold body, as if he could make it warm again.A grieving, animal sound came out of his throat.He finally understood, far too late, that this was not some drama I had staged.I really was dead.I had died the prev
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