Anya’s P.O.V.
Sylvester’s trust in me boosted up my confidence level. He broke my heart, but he was trying hard to amend his mistake. But….
I leaned in him more. We were sleeping in the hospital bed together. He was looking too exhausted and tired. It was been 8 days in the hospital and he stayed with me all the time. He was sleeping here with me in this small bed but never a complaint. I looked at him. He was sleeping soundly. He had engulfed me in his arms like I would vanish if he loosens his grip on me. My nightmares were the only reason; we are staying in the hospital.
I didn’t want to close my eyes as I afraid to relive all those bad memories. They were haunting me since that day. I stirred a little to adjust myself comfortably beside me or better to say half above him.
