From Bella's Point of View:
I struggled to open my eyes. A sharp pain throbbed in my head and joints. My vision was blurred at first—I couldn't recognize my surroundings. My chest ached with a strange pressure I couldn't explain.
"Alexander..."
That was the first word I whispered, staring at his body seated beside my bed, his hand gently holding mine. He leaned closer, that soft smile painting his face. He finally came to see me. The last thing I remembered was him leaving me at the airport—I cried the whole day, convinced he didn't care, not even about the little details. I thought he didn't love me.
"If I had known that ending up in the hospital would bring you here, I would've risked my life every hour... just to keep you by my side."
I meant it. We'd been engaged for four years. We were supposed to get married, but he was always busy. We barely even saw each other.
