He crouched down next to her bed beside her motionless body and took her small hand in his big ones and intertwined his fingers with hers.
His eyes wander over her beautifully sculptured face. Her long wavy sunshine hair covering her face, soft skin, cute button nose, pouty, luring, kissable lips, small chin which he loved to kiss every morning back when she was with him.
How desperately he wants to look in those breathtakingly beautiful blue eyes of her and drown in then, deep.
How desperately he wants to hear her angelic voice.
How desperately he wants her to say his name through her lips.
How desperately he wants her in his life. How desperately he needs her in his life, only when he realised that she had walked away from his life and he didn't make any attempts to stop her.
Why would he have stopped her? when he was the one who threw her out of his life and made her suffer.
And he regrets it. He regrets every torture she went through because of him. He regrets making her cry all night. He regrets raising his voice on her. He regrets the day when he slapped her.
He regrets snatching her lovely smile from her and turning her once lively eyes into dead ones.
He has decided to give her happy life back to her.
He has finally decided to make things works between them.
He has to or else he wouldn't be able to live with himself.
He will make her his own once again.