"Aaron Wyatt, please wake up..." Annabelle Linton's voice broke, and she suddenly burst into tears, collapsing over the hospital bed.
She had sworn she wouldn't hurt him again in this life, yet she had dragged him down with her all the same.
She didn't understand why she always ended up hurting the people around her.
Leona Grant watched her cry, dazed, as everything from that dream suddenly came flooding back to him.
She had stabbed him twice, fatally, without a single trace of emotion on her face.
But Aaron Wyatt had only been shot twice, with one of the bullets just hitting his arm, and she was already this heartbroken...
'In the end, I was just being a glutton for punishment, wasn't I...'
Heh.
'But damn it, I still don't want to let her go, even if I'm just lying to myself.'
The corners of Leona Grant's mouth lifted slightly. He turned calmly and slowly walked back the way he came.
Like a walking corpse.
