21 May 2012
After everything that I done to get to where I was I didn't feel as though deserved anything except a death sentence. I was surprised that I had made it out of that house alive at all, I hadn't intended to. There was nothing out there for me now.
"What are you doing here?" I asked groggily. My eyes heavy as if being weighed down.
"Where else would I be?" Chris asked. He was wearing the same singed clothes as the day of the fire so I assumed that he hadn't let my bedside since then but I didn't know how long that had been.
"I thought that you were dead. I thought I'd lost you." I replied, my throat dry and raspy.
"You'll never lose me. I'm always here."
"Promise that you're not a dream?" I asked. My mind feeling fuzzy.
"I'm not a dream. Alixandria?" he asked.
"Yeah?" I replied. Feeling happy within myself but not being able to express it because of exhaustion.
"Marry me."
Always Here. • Opuss № I