(Elizabeth's Prov)
I flash in and out of consciousness. I see green eyes and a smile. Sometimes it's just a never ending sea of black that goes on forever. I know they are helping, my leg being dressed and bandaged daily... so far its been 3 months, and I didn't really think I was going to wake up until one day my eyes open.
The light poors in from the windows of a wooden cottage, small but with enough room for 3 people to live. black curtains lace the windows and a dark velvet rug lines the floor. The bed a dark black and sheets a grey with a dark blue swirl pattern.
I lift my arm slowly and am surprised by how skinny it is. My stomach sunk in past my ribs making me feel like I'm light as a feather. Before long a light blonde haired guy walks into the room and when he looks at me with his emerald eyes, I know I'm safe.
"I see you've woken up." He says with a cheerful grin, almost making me smile, but that just makes me remember. I have no right to smile. It's my fault everyone's dead. They suffered because I found my mate.
I sink back down under the covers and with one last look at him I fall asleep.
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