Aaron’s POV
Time with grief is different. You don’t count the minutes or seconds the same and to be completely honest, they don’t matter. You either decide that every second counts or none of them do. But as I kept her against me, hoping at any moment she would come to life in my arms, it appeared Laurie had been my dose of reality.
“She can’t stay like this…” The words over my shoulder were bitter but necessary. I could sense Laurie meant well, but even then, I wasn’t ready to release Alessandra. Because the moment I had, it meant they were right. That all of this was destined to fail. That if I would have kept my distance then she would be living a life ignorant to this, she’d be living a life! The bitter truth existed in the inability to speak.
“She deserves to be put to rest…” She
