Natalia
The kiss was soft, desperate, and filled with every apology I couldn’t put into words. My lips pressed firmly against his, and I could taste the metallic hint of blood, could feel how cold his skin still was.
And for a terrifying moment, nothing changed.
Tears dripped from my cheeks onto his face as I pulled back slightly to look at him. It wasn’t working. He was still so pale, still so still, and I’d been an i***t to think that a simple kiss could undo the damage I’d caused.
I leaned down to kiss him again. And again. And again.
“Please,” I whispered against his lips. “Please don’t leave me. Not like this.”
And then I felt it. The slightest movement beneath my palm where it rested on his chest. Then his fingers twitched against the white sheets, just barely, but enough that
