(Katrina)
"Yeah, put it over there, just like that." A deep voice mumbled from somewhere in the room, coaxing me awake.
"I want her to see everything right when she opens her eyes." The voice said again, making me start to stir as I recognized the person speaking immediately.
Grayson, he was still here.
Instant relief flooded through me. He didn't leave.
I probably got four hours of sleep last night because, all throughout the night, I kept waking up, making sure he was still by my side. I was afraid if I fell asleep, he might be gone when I woke up. So the fact that he stayed makes me want to break down in tears.
And here I was, being delusional as hell for the past few months, thinking I had this all under control. One look at Grayson would prove otherwise. That wall I worked so
