She's in tears.
She is yelling.
She is injured.
Two days ago, she was crying, and I could hear it every minute. She is hurting and afraid. Every night, when she's experiencing nightmares, I hear her cry. Each day my heart bleeds more. I can't resist her desire for me.
I brought her to my own island two days ago. She's safe here, but my rage reached new heights when I saw her. I'd like to murder him. She is in great pain and is unconscious as a result of him. The girl appeared so hurt and pallid. I sat next to her day and night, holding hands in the hopes that one day she will open her eyes and call me again.In the hopes that she might find solace in my arms, I want to embrace her.
"Mrs. Jessie tried to call you, Sir. She is concerned for you." He gave me the phone and walked away.
"Oh my god, Ronald, what happened to you? You are being attacked by someone. Why don't you give me a call?" She's worried about me, as usual.
"It's not me at all." My voice was unpleasant and depressing.
"So what?"
"She isn't awakening. I can see that she is not calling me. Why does she still not wake up?"
"Ronald?"
"What did he do, look at her? How severely did he harm her?" It was finally my turn to cry. I find it difficult to support myself.
"Are you crying, Ron?" I can no longer control myself. Every time my mouth opens for her, my voice breaks.
"Tell me what took place." When I tell her everything, she starts crying too. Observing her made her cry even harder. She made me take a video call with her and look at her right now. Now, the hateful girl who arrived at the hospital is grieving for her companion.
"Any information on him?" I give a headshake.
"After finding out the news.."
"Ronald." The voice interrupts us, and we stop chatting. Rose was the one who whispered. She called me and opened her weary eyes.
"Is she conscious?" Rose opens her mouth to speak, then coughs. My body started to move.
"Doctor! Theo call the doctor."
"Hey! It's me. Ronald." Her eyes were staring at me with such confusion. Those eyes, God, they were born to stare at me. Theo and a nurse entered the room. She's attempting to express herself.
"Please go outside, sir."
"Is she awake, Ron?" Asshat! In my bliss, I forget about Jessie. I went outdoors with the phone in my hand.
"She is awake, indeed. I gave you a call back." I hung up the phone and went inside without paying attention to what she said. She's wide awake and glancing about.
"She is now alright. You are welcome to speak with her." They left us. Her gaze finally settled on mine. She tries to stand up, but I stop her as she approaches.
"Avoid! Simply lie down. You are helpless." She instantly came to a stop and felt her face.
"It's hot over here. Where am I?"
"Somewhere else. What state are you in emotionally?" Two minutes later, she talks as if she's trying to comprehend how much pain she is in. The body and face display red and purple to me instead of the actual hues.
"Am I secure in this place?" Screw it! Permit her to have faith in you. I took her tiny, icy hand in mine and stroked her face with my lips.
"You are safe here, yes."
"I'm alright now. Will you not question me about him? I gave each of her fingers a kiss while shaking my head. I'm sorry for not having faith in you. Please pardon me, and bear with me.
"You must consume some food. Stay awake; I'll be right over." I saw a tear fall from her eye as she nodded. Next up, another. I can't handle seeing her like that, fuck.
"I'll show you something, please." As I approach the door, I push a button. I saw her eyes behind mine, Turing. Her little eyes glowed sweetly, like hope, as soon as the light entered the space.
"Where am I?"
"Happy and safe in my place." I left her by herself in front of the stunning ocean. I want her here, with me forever, this is the spot.
She was sleeping when I returned to the room. Her figure appeared quite diminutive. A baby-like figure with parted lips and a slender physique. She has the cushion cradled firmly in her arms. I wrapped a blanket around her slowly and out of her sight.
"The reason her body is not feeling well is that she is weak. Let her recuperate for a while. Mr. Ronald, we checked her, and she's now perfectly fine." As Krystal arrived, she removed the tray from my grasp.
"So you can leave right now." The nurse and doctor came over here with me on short notice.
"You can call us if something goes wrong, and she needs some loose clothes as well." Oh no, how am I going to forget that? She continues to wear my clothes. To send the nurse and doctor back, I gave Theo a call.
"Jessie Please do me a favor." Theo took them, and then I called Jessie.
"What?"
"Could you go shopping for Rose some clothes? She should wear some soft, loose clothing."
"Yes, without a doubt. Is she alright? Could I have a conversation with her?"
"She's actually sleeping." Following some conversation, I entered the room where Rose was attempting to eat something with a weakened hand. Her feeble hands appear to be holding a heavy spoon.
"You can go, Krystal." I move to sit next to her and grab a spoon out of her hand.
"The view is nice." I have no idea when I nodded off. My eyes seem to never tire of this. She's wearing my shirt, and her hair is a complete disaster. I brush her disheveled hair with my hand.
"The reason is that you're weak. But remember to look after yourself more if you decide to go outside. " She's taking her time eating.
"I apologize for bringing you here. Your workspace..."
"This might be what I want." I fed her until she was satisfied.
"Are you aware of my level of fear? You have no idea how many times I have died dreaming about him being with you. How many nights will it be before you call me again, do you know? Are you aware of the tears I shed because of you? How much do I love you, do you realize?"
Hold on!
Screw it! Have I admitted my own guilt? I expressed my current feelings. Her eyes widened as if she perceived a problem.
"I.."
"Don't worry, act as though I didn't hear you say anything. I am aware that you have fear of me. We sense something unique about something when we care about it and are afraid of losing it. I am that thing to you. Be at ease." I've never encountered a dumber female than her. It makes me feel foolish now as well. For what reason did I say that? She even gave me a loving response in return. How could she be so unkind? But why has this ruined my mood? It's merely a flow, and yeah, I felt afraid. But why am I hurting more now?
"You should go to bed now. Put yourself down."
"How come? I don't feel drowsy." But I grab her, pull her to the bed, and cover her with a blanket. I'm furious with myself for considering my emotions. All she's saying is that she's a thing. But she is my breath and my heartbeat.
"You appear angry."
"No."
"But observing."
"No."
"Did I say something incorrectly?"
"Yes."