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Rosalie POV (Sal)
The 23rd of August, 1957
Wanting to fall to my knees, I couldn't. I stood still, lowering my arms in agony, so slowly it prolonged the pain—feeling as though I had worsened my injury. I had to push through the force of the shoulder braces to bend my arms, but I still did it.
The imagery of the hurt I'd caused him was thrown right at me—taking me from out of nowhere. How could I have been so naive to think it would all be okay? Conceding to the trail of events I must have pushed Elvis into as I left, the last few days felt like a safe blanket coming off—fallen with his jacket.
Yes, we were still close. Yes, we had managed to let bygones be bygones—but this? All the proof I needed when I thought about to what extent I'd hurt him back at the mansion—was here—presenting itself right in front of me.
He put on a smile. He threw some jokes—he worried, and he cared. He held me close, he kissed my cheek, and I gave into it all, taking my own share of touches—because I was in love with him, and more than that, I had risked losing him, losing myself. I had barely survived, and that is why all we saw was the love we had, and within those hospital walls, that was all that existed—right into this very moment.
And while all that was happening, this is what Elvis left to come find me at the hospital.
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