Page 177 of Buried in Blood
And still, I don’t move.
“Am I dreaming?” I ask him.
He leans in, lips brushing my ear.
“No. You’re remembering.”
I blink—and suddenly we’re back in the motel room. That night. That kiss.
Only this time… he walks away.
I scream for him to stay, but the door slams shut. Locks click. And I’m alone.
Alone.
Alone—
Until I feel it.
A hand. Warm. Real.
Clutching mine in the dark.
His voice filters through the haze, this time from the real world. Muffled. Choked.
“Harmony. Please—just wake up. I can’t lose you.”
The dream shatters.
But the feeling lingers.
His hand on my cheek.
His lips on my name.
His love… unspoken, but loud enough to shake me back tolife.
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Her fingers twitch first.
Just the slightest movement—but it steals the air from my lungs.
I shoot upright in the hospital chair, heart slamming like a fist against my ribs. Machines beep steadily. Her chest rises—slow and shallow—butthere. Her eyelashes flutter.
Her eyes open.
Not wide. Hazy, but open.
“Harmony,” I breathe, gripping her hand tighter. “Hey… hey, I’ve got you.”
She blinks at the ceiling like she’s still caught somewhere between here and death. I watch her struggle to focus, to find me. But when she does—when her gaze finally locks onto mine—I fall apart.
Tears burn down my cheeks.
Not the quiet kind.
