Page 263 of Nemesync
Brian always comes at the same hour every day. She sits there, working on her laptop, making sure Zanae is still breathing.
And I was always there, watching them come and go, every day, but only left her side to hunt them down.
A large hand rested on the other side of her bed, Niko looked at her with so much hopelessness. “I’ll tattoo your face on Elijah’s back if you open your eyes again.”
I stroked her hand, she was warmer than the first days, still pale, but warmer. Planting a kiss on her wrist, I whispered, “I beg you, Zanae. I beg you. Come back…”
Niko’s voice continued, filled with determination, “Okay, I’ll tattoo it on myself too, and underneath, I’ll write that you’re the best.”
But then, Zanae stirred, her eyelids fluttering to break free from the agonizing weight that kept them closed.
My heart skipped a beat, “Milaya, I’m here. Listen to my voice and find your way back to me.”
On the other side, Niko stood, offering a silent whisper for her to react and wake up. “That’s good, Little Z. Come on, show us how stubborn you are.”
We were fucking desperate.
Anything to make her open her eyes was a promising idea. We tried stimulating her with music, with gentle touches, with our words.
Her doctor and Benny explained to me that they had to place her in an induced coma the day she nearly took her own life. My baby had lost so much blood that it caused significant changes in her blood sugar levels, which began to threaten her organs. She was in a delicate balance between life and death, and her diabetes made everything more complicated.
She laid there, in front of me, motionless but serene.
I held my breath, waiting for her to grant me what I longed for the most—her amber eyes, full of life.
And then I felt it—the subtle shift in her expression, a faint and small twitch between her eyebrows, a sign that something was changing.
Slowly, her eyes opened.
Fire warmed up my soul again.
She blinked once, and then a second time. I saw a glint of recognition cross her face, remembering everything.
She found my gaze and held it.
Curious, tired, but she was there.
She wasalive.
And somehow, I felt alive again.
Squeezing her hand tightly, I turned to Niko who approached her.
“You’re back, thank God.” Niko breathed, pressing a gentle kiss on her palm. Leaning in towards her, I gently brushed my lips against her forehead. “There you are baby. You scared me.”
Those eyes felt like my own inferno.
My baby woke up, she’s not dead.
“You heard me,” she whispered, coughing, her voice raspy, her eyes locked onto mine. “I called out to you, and you heard me. You pulled me back.”
That voice.
How I missed her.
My lifewas breathing again.
“I promised you; nothing could keep me away from you. Not even you,” I smiled again, for the first time in what felt like an eternity of torture and pure torment.
