My mind raced, trying to comprehend the meaning behind Alex's words. Who was Linda? Why was he calling out her name in this vulnerable state? The memory of our first meeting resurfaced, when he had mentioned that I smelled like her. Could Linda be the girl he was once in love with?
The revelation stirred a mixture of emotions within me—sadness, curiosity, and a tinge of jealousy. But now was not the time to dwell on such matters. We were in a precarious situation, and our priority was to ensure our safety.
I gently nudged Alex, hoping to rouse him from his fevered state. "Alex, wake up. We need to keep moving," I urged, my voice laced with urgency.
To my surprise, he didn't respond to my words. Instead, he pinned me down on the ground, his murmurs filled with desperation and longing. "Please don't leave me. Don't marry him..."
