Page 83 of When We Fall: Part Two
He took care of Rosalie when I couldn’t.
He barely slept.
It was nice to see him resting.
I stood over Rosalie and stared down at her. She was beautiful. She was always beautiful, but she was haunted. She’d not been eating. My Sunshine was fading because I’d failed her.
I promised her, and I’d broken that promise.
Having Dominic take care of my woman when I wasn’t able to made my stomach twist.
I was failing her in so many ways. These feelings were eating me alive.
I brushed my lips softly against hers.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered against her lips before pulling away. She mumbled my name in her sleep.
Then Fox’s. E’s. Cole’s.
A tear slid down her cheek as she shook with tears from her nightmare.
A nightmare I’d brought to our doorsteps.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Fuck. It wasn’t. Everything was falling apart.
She cried out, her body jerking beneath the nightmare.
I didn’t want her to wake Cole. He was dead on his feet as it was.
Carefully, I lifted her out of bed, her hand falling away from his, and carried her to my room, where I placed her on my mattress.
I prayed the nightmare wouldn’t come, but the prayer was short-lived because she cried out louder, begging for Fox and E, her body thrashing.
“Rosalie.” I shook her. “Rosalie.”
Her eyes snapped open, and she stared up at me, her chest heaving.
“E-Enzo…”
“Just a bad dream.”
Tears slid from her eyes. “Why can’t I wake from it?”
My throat tightened as I tried to keep my own tears at bay.
“You will. Someday. I’m trying.”
She reached for me, but I backed away from her.
“Sleep, Rosalie. You need to rest.”
“I need you,” she choked out. “Enzo…”
“No. You need sleep. Close your eyes for me.” It took everything I had not to go to her. I took a step back.
“Enzo,” she called out, the tears still falling.
“Sleep, Rosalie.”
