Meera~

"Wake up, please".

I whispered, my hands gently stroking his soft brown locks, fingers caressing his warm cheek.

Three days ago, that dreadful night became the worst day of my life. When I saw him lying in the pool of blood, heavily injured, I swear I felt my soul leaving me.

I never felt what fear was until I saw him in that situation.

And now he hasn't opened his eyes in three days and it's wrecking me. It pains me to see him like this. Not able to see his beautiful eyes, or hear his voice.

I kissed on his fractured hand, when I felt a hand on...