37. Bedrest

Forgiveness comes at a price. Who’s going to pay? ~ A. Gupta

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VIOLET

I Clutched his hand between mine, unable to let go as the weight of everything that transpired between us fell upon me and I felt too exhausted to do anything else but just marvel at the fact that he was alive. I didn’t want to think about anything else, he was here and he was mine, and everything else could wait.

“If you don’t stop crying I’ll think you’re not happy to see me alive.” Cole said, wiping my tears with his other hand that had the IV jostling and making him wince with discomfort.

I shook my head and placed his hand back on his stomach. “Don’t move.”

“Don’t cry.”

“They are tears of relief, Cole. I was so scared and I was also afraid that you won’t ever forgive me.” I replied, looking down at our joined hands, ashamed of what I did even though he had forgiven me. “I am really sorry for that.”

“It’s impossible not to forgive you, princess. How will I live with myself?” More tears escaped with sobs that