Page 143 of When We Fall: Part Two
“E, let me.” Cole moved around him and took Rosalie into his arms. E collapsed against me, crying softly, his body shaking violently.
Cole shot me a look and took Rosalie to her room as I handled E.
“I-I can’t even hold my girl. It makes me so sick. I know where my body has been. I-I almost dropped her.” He jerked away from me, shuddering.
“It’s OK. She’s safe. You tried. That’s what matters.”
“She’s going to hate me so much. I’m so sick being near her, but I want her so fucking badly. It’s killing me.”
“You need to heal. She knows that. Come on. Let’s get you to bed. Tomorrow is a new day. A better day.”
He nodded morosely, and I led him to his room, where I helped him into bed.
“I know things are going to get bad,” he called out to me as I went to his door. “But I’m in, Enzo. If it makes it better. I know you will have a plan. I-I’m in.”
I nodded. “I can’t guarantee things will work out, but it couldn’t hurt, right?”
“I really hope not,” he whispered, closing his eyes.
I stepped out of his room and closed the door behind me, my throat tight. As much as I wanted to check on Rosalie, I forced myself away.
Things really were going to get bad.
FORTY-SIX
ROSALIE
Ilay in bed a week after they buried Fox and stared at my ceiling. The house was quiet. It was always quiet these days.
I spent a lot of time alone.
Colten and Jamie tried to hang out with me, but I’d told them I wanted to be by myself.
Dominic came over, but I turned him away, too.
And Ani…
I knew he wasn’t allowed to reach out to me. It didn’t matter anyway. He was getting married. The last thing I wanted to do was screw up more of his life.
Classes at Mayfair will start soon. And I was supposed to be married next weekend.
A soft knock on my door sounded out. I didn’t even look over as the door opened.
“Rosalie,” Enzo murmured.
I’d only seen him twice since the funeral. He was always working. He avoided me at all costs. I assumed he had guilt and regret like I did, but I needed him, and he was gone.
Cole still came and checked on me every night, though. He’d kiss me. Whisper to me that he loved me. Ethan wouldn’t evenlook at me. No one touched me except Cole. He’d kiss me, then leave.
My heart was breaking.
I didn’t speak. Instead, I closed my eyes and willed the tears to go away.
I stared up at Enzo.
“Can we talk?” he asked.
I sat up, waiting for him to speak.
