Lena... He thought. How could he have hurt her to this extent, you the extent that she almost lost her life... Just how? He was too afraid to come close to her, in the past, he thought fear was only an emotion for weak men but at the moment, his heart shook in fear, he was afraid. What if she really didn't make it...
He took a step closer to the bed, her face even in her sleeping state was calm, it was white from the excess loss of blood. He subconsciously raised his hand and attempted to touch her face but when reality struck him, he pulled his hand back. How dare he touch her now?
Alexander hated himself, it was his fault that she was in her current state. If only he had tried harder, he might have been able to protect her.
