His Angel
After taking the medicines from him, I finally came to my room once again.
Angel was still unconscious. I felt relieved knowing that her temperature was back to normal now.
"Oh Angel, what did you do? I'm sorry, my Angel, my beautiful flower, it's all my fault."
Third Person Pov:
With his eyes rimmed red, vision blurred with tears, he lowered his head as he held her cold hands in his, guiding them to his now tear-stricken face. He was crying after so many years; the remorse, the guilt and sorrow gnawing at his skin, as he laid his head beside her clasped hand.
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