Alex POV
When Alliyah came from the from the hospital room thirty minutes later her face was a mess. She looked like she had being torn apart. I feel the same. The woman I loved was unresponsive, the only thing that makes her alive is her beating heart. The heart that belonged to me once.
Luke stand from the bench and took his fiancé in his hands. "It's okay," he whispered words of comfort to her. But is it really okay? What if she never wakes? I don't think I could imagine living without her. Now I can see that. The weeks that I have being without her has being hell.
I drowned myself in work, I had little time for enjoyment and little time for Henrique. He reminded me too much of her.
Now, I realize what a big mistake I made. I want her. I want to be with her, spent my life with her. Have babies with her.
But am I too late?
What if she never wakes?
What if I never see her eyes again?
Hear her laugh?
I wiped the drops of tears off my face and opened the door of her room.
I walked in. There she was. Many strings and cords were attached to her body. An oxygen tank. My heart broke at the sight. The tears I was trying to avoid came. I want to be strong, but how can I be strong when my mines of strength was not responding.
I walked in the room and shut the door behind me. I walked to the chair at the bedside then sat in it. I looked at her. I reached for her hands that had a wire attached to it. I rubbed my heads on her. I enlaced her hands with me.
"Hey, baby. Please wake up. Wake up for me. I miss you. I'm sorry." I brought her hands to my lips and kissed it softly. "I'm sorry for hurting you. Sorry for not believing you. Please, please come back to me. I miss your eyes. I miss your laugh. I miss the way you get angry at me. The way you smile at me. I'm a mess without you. I need you. I taught I didn't want you but I don't want you, I need you. You're my heart. I can't live without my heart. I'm begging you please come back." I held my head down on her bed and pulled her close. It's no use hiding my tears, no use being strong when strength is longer with me. I stayed there crying more and whispering sweet things to her. Telling her about the wonderful things we did. I begged her to come back. I need her to come back.
I cried some more. I pulled the chair up closer until I was able to wrap my arms around her. "Please come back to me." I begged. My world seem like it was shattering. I remember when she begged me to believe I didn't. Will she come back to me? When she wakes will she forgive me? Will she let me love her or will she tell me to go away? If told me to leave my life would we meaningless. My brought spices and joy to my life and I found out that too late.
Instead of finding out when she was well I found out when she was ill. I found out when she's between a life and death situation.
Death?
What if she dies?
My heart dies with her.
It's funny how you don't know how much you need a person until they're no longer there or is about to leave. But I don't want her to leave, I need her. I love her. She's my heart, just as I'm hers.
It's all my fault. If I hadn't kicked her out of my house she wouldn't be here. She'd be safe. It's all myself. If she dies, I don't think I'd be able to forgive myself.
I blamed her for ruining my family when it wasn't her. I blamed her so everything. I failed to see that a wonderful woman like her could have done such a thing. I thought she was acting now I know she wasn't. Alliyah is here safe with Luke and my love is here on a hospital bed attached to machines. It's my fault and my trust issues.
If I had trust her tears, trust her words, she'd have being safe. I didn't trust her. I let those pictures get to me, of course they look alike, they were identical twins. But at the same time the detectives found it difficult to locate Alliyah. That made me quick to believe my mother and not to believe her.
I hurt her. I remember the tears I taught were fake coming down her face. I remember my finger nails digging through her. I remember when she told me to let her go, that I was hurting her remember when she screamed out in pain when I made the suitcase hit her. I remember all the evil things I did to her that day. She didn't deserve it, none of it.
But I remembered being in pain myself. My heart had being broken. I acted the way I taught was right. I turn out to me very wrong. Because now the woman I love was beside me in a coma and it's all my fault.
I lifted my watery, red eyes to her face. I brushed a few strains from her face.
"I love you. Please forgive me."