Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
With him.
It had been three years of us being together. We were out at a fancy restaurant celebrating our anniversary, when Will confessed his undying love and devotion to me.
“Lexi, I love you. I want you to be my wife,” he simply stated, like he was telling me how his day was.
I looked at him wide-eyed, never in a million years thinking that I would be someone’s wife. “I…I don’t…” I stuttered.
“You don’t have to answer right now. I plan to take you ring shopping, and formally propose. I just wanted you to know where I stand.” bringing his wine glass up to his lips.
Something caught my eye in the glass window behind him. Martinez. I swear I thought I saw his dark, cold, soulless eyes staring at me from outside. I blinked and he was gone, the moment ruined by the man I shouldn’t be thinking about.
I walked outside the theatre after my performance, smiling as soon as I saw Will on his motorcycle, parked out by the curb. He hardly ever attended any of my performances, he said I had amazing talent but the ballet bored him to no end. I couldn’t complain too much, he always picked me up when my shows were over, trying to make up for not being seated in the crowds.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he greeted, taking off his helmet. Reaching it out, wanting to hand it to me.
“Will, what have I told you about picking me up on that thing? And not bringing a helmet for yourself.”
“You live right around the corner, baby. As much as I wish you lived with me, you refuse. For reasons I don’t understand, you still live with Sabrina.”
“Choose your battles wisely tonight, Will,” I brushed him off, securing my bag on my back.
It was true. I was thirty-four years old, living with my mother type figure. After ten years of living in England, I never found a reason to leave Sabrina’s after she took me in. Or maybe I just never wanted to plant roots in a city that never felt like home to me. It was easier that way, hiding behind my rigid dance schedule as an excuse to not have time to look for a place. I was getting older, and my dancing years would soon be behind me, which scared me more than anything. I couldn’t imagine a life without the one thing that had been constant throughout it.
“I stay with you more often than I stay with her,” I replied, smirking, not wanting to cause another fight. I was exhausted and just wanted to get home, crawl into my bed and pass out.
“Come, prima ballerina, your chariot awaits.”
I grabbed the helmet out of his hands, kissing his lips before placing it over my head. Straddling the bike behind him, hugging him close. We merged onto the highway, heavy traffic coming in all directions, he hit the throttle, jerking me back. I must have startled him because he turned around, eyeing me to see if I was okay.
The second I realized it, I was too late.
“Will!” I screamed.
He sharply turned back around, the truck in front of us stopped out of nowhere. Will immediately reacted, down shifting the bike, brakes squealing, swerving, skidding across the road. My arms tightened around his waist like a vice, hiding my face, bracing for the impact as his bike plowed into the back of the truck, head on. Metal crunching, arms suddenly empty, glass and my body flying through the air, screams echoing in my ears.
Darkness.
They say right before you die, you see your whole life flash before your eyes.
All I saw were bright green tantalizing eyes.
By the man who still haunted my dreams.
I sat in the hospital chair by her bed, just like I did ten years ago in the armchair in her room. Leaning over with my hands out in front of me in prayer gesture, waiting. I hadn’t fucking moved for the last five days. Fighting with the goddamn hospital to get the best doctors money could buy. No matter what they fucking cost, I’d pay for it in cash, right fucking then, if it would bring her back to me. They said it was only a matter of time until she woke up.
Day after day I heard the same thing, to be patient, to talk to her, to hold her hand. They kept her in a medically induced coma to stop the swelling in her brain. Two days ago, they started to pull her out of it since all her vitals, blood work, and scans were coming back normal. But here I sat, still fucking waiting. She had yet to open her eyes. My patience was being stretched to the limit, my prayers going unheard, no matter how many times a day I pleaded. I even removed the cross from around my neck and placed it on hers, having faith it would bring her back to me.