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Eleanor's Pov
Dream.
Dream.
Dream.
Nightmare.
Nightmare.
"Shut the fuck up,"
Dream.
Dream.
Dream.
Five fucking months.
"I swear to fucking God Da-"
"Bitch you're a God,"
Nightmare.
Nightmare.
Nightmare.
BANG!
Dream.
Nightmare.
SMASH!
"You're going to wake her up,"
"She's been in a coma for five months, the chances of her waking up now are very slim,"
"What about Salazar? He'll rip my head off and then I won't be able to marry the lo-"
I stir.
"Freez-"
A hand strokes my face.
My bed dips down.
A hot breath fans my face.
"What the fuck are you doing, she'll wake up,"
"You literally just told me that the chances of her waking up are slim, Dacre, make up your mind,"
I stir again.
A thin metal hook drags down my face.
A metal hook.
Flashback:
"How could you do this!" I screamed at him.
"Sweetheart, please, it was an accident. I don't even know what's happening. Please..." He tried to keep his voice low and free of worry but he was failing at that. The worry of losing her was slicing and beating his heart.
How is being naked, on top of my best friend, and kissing each other a mistake? Especially on the night before we are to be wedded!" My voice dripped in agony.
" Sweetheart, please... " Tears slid down his face, as he walked closer to his fiancé.
She pulls out a knife.
And points it at her cheating fiancé.
" Don't you dare come any closer to me! " she steps back.
