So convinced that only the world could define what true love meant.
That when he told me he was sorry—
I chose to walk away.
And when he told me he loved me—
I chose to believe he was lying.
And so now...
Oh, Hexius.
I fall to my knees in front of him, and I’m crying so, so bad I can no longer breathe.
Because the pain in his eyes—
It’s just too, too much.
I don’t even have to read his mind to know how much he’s hurting.
“I’m right here, my love.”
And I just want it to stop.
“It’s not your fault, so please stop blaming—”
“Samira?”
The people around him gasp.
“I think he’s lost his mind.”
But they’re wrong.
Oh God.
Because he’s staring at me like he can see me—
“Tell me I’m not imagining it.”
And hear me with his heart—
“Hexius—”
All I have time for is to choke his name out...before I’m suddenly being hauled back, and I’m not even sure how much time has passed, or how much distance my soul has been allowed to travel. It feels like both an eternity or a second has gone by.
All I know for sure is that it happened.
And when I open my eyes—
I know I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Because Hexius is seated right next to my hospital bed, golden eyes suspiciously bright, and his large hand slightly shaking as he takes mine and slowly brings it to his lips.
I love you, Hexius.
“How are you feeling?”