Adrian
“Married?” I ask, stuttering over the word as I fail to properly process the words that Clara has just said to me. I blink at her excited nod, the way she grabs my hands as if it is second nature to her. “We can’t get married—”
“We can! It’s the perfect timing for us! We always said that we wanted to, so what’s stopping us?” Clara asks with hope filled in her voice.
Her entire demeanor has shifted in a split second. She has gone from a medically induced coma, asleep, unaware of the world around her as she recovers from her suicide attempt, to a conscious and aware, woman that is now planning a wedding inside of her head. The mood of the room gives me whiplash, knocking the air from my lungs as I struggle to breathe.
“Adrian,” Clara begins. She takes my hands and hers, giving the
