It's been 10 hours and she was still in the ICU room, with so many cords attached to her.
My hands brushed her hair out of her face as I took one of her hands in mine.
They were still warm, well mostly cold, but I could still feel the warmth of her touch.
If I could I would take all the pain from her and inject it into myself. But that wasn't possible and neither was traveling back in time.
"Y/n, you have to wake up, okay?" I asked as I look at her state right now. Her natural blush was gone, her lips pale, her face lifeless.
"Y/n, please wake up already. I missed you. Your cheerful laugh, your sweet smile that you always have. Your kind heart, that always wants to help others." I said as I placed a kiss on her hand.
"I'm sorry y/n." I said quietly bowing my head.
And just like that the machine started beeping. And I knew something was wrong.
"Please, no please, please." I yelled as I pressed the help button so many times.
I can't lose her like I've lost my child.
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𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝
RomantikThis is a short story like an imagine story! I made this story for all the people on my imagine story TikTok page who loved this imagine and wanted a whole series. So here it is. Thank you to all the support and love you've shown my imagine story a...
