…Anastasia POV…
This morning I do not have the strength to do anything at all. Even the dreaded steps that I need to the bathroom every time my body decides to give in is even too much for me.
Much to Sebastian's horror, I started getting really sick throughout the night. God know knows why, but I somehow think that it cannot be morning sickness.
What is bad is Sebastian insisting on holding my hand every time I do. I so wish that he did not have to go through this; in fact, I do wish that I did not have to go through this. But I guess that this is the hand that we have been dealt, and even though it is incredibly unfair, I need to find that strength that Sebastian wants me to.
But I can't.
The sad thing is, I am going to die.
