(Elena's POV)
When you're running on regret, regretting what you did and no sleep, the world feels like it's made of glass.
Every movement feels too loud. Every breath feels like a ripple. And every heartbeat way too fragile.
That was me.
Somewhere between night and dawn, I had passed out and slept off. I didn't even remember when. Maybe after the doctor came. Maybe after I cried quietly outside Justin's door and the mansion's door too, waiting for someone, anyone to tell me he was okay. The last thing I remembered clearly was my knees pressed to the cold floor tiles, my fingers clenched in helpless fists, and my throat aching from a thousand words I couldn't say Praying to GOD to help him
But now…
Now I was here.
Wrapped in warmth. In comfort. In familiarity.
Not on the guest room couch where I had dragged my pride and guilt last night.
But our room.
