Celine's eyelids began to flutter, struggling to open. When she finally succeeded, the first thing to greet her was not just the blinding glare of the lights, but a sight that made her heart stop. At the edge of the bed, Leo sat asleep with his head resting wearily. His fingers were wrapped tightly, almost possessively, around her hand.
With what little strength she had left, Celine tried to pull her hand away. The small movement was enough to disturb Leo's light sleep.
"Celine, are you awake?" Leo asked. A rare glimmer of relief appeared on his face, forming a sincere smile.
Celine immediately turned her face away, feeling nauseated by that look. To her, every inch of Leo's face was a reminder of the agony she endured.
"Why didn't you just let me die?" Celine whispered. Her voice was so faint it was barely audible.
