Alexandra stares at her own hands.
The sounds of the machines seem to make her even more withdrawn, as though she does not notice either of us in the room.
“We did it, you know? But every time one thing goes right…”
My voice breaks.
“You could have died, you bastard. I would have preferred you to keep hating me and thinking I was a traitor. You could have believed whatever the f**k you wanted, but you didn’t have to sacrifice yourself like that.”
His eyes remain closed.
There is still no response, even though the doctor has already reduced his medication.
I trace his features with my index finger, memorizing every part of that damned handsome face.
The familiar crease between his brows still gives him that severe expression.
“Look, I know there is no middle ground with you. Your a
