NovelEnglish"Ethan, no... Don't go, please." Tears streamed down Madelyn's face as she murmured, clutching the hand she feared she would lose. Engulfed in a nightmare, she saw a frail Ethan lying alone in a hospital bed. She dashed into the room, searching for a doctor, but everything was eerily quiet. Ethan's voice echoed, revealing he was on the brink of death and saying his final goodbye. The pain she felt was piercing. Despite her frantic efforts, she could not get to him. As he faded away and the surroundings dimmed, total darkness overcame her.
Zach's cold and intense gaze never left her, his face as tense as a storm building on the horizon.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA sharp pang in her chest woke Madelyn. As she sat up quickly, she accidentally tore a page from the book she had been holding. She noticed Zach beside her, his gaze dark and intense. The intensity in his eyes unsettled her, but it faded almost as quickly as she noticed it, leaving her questioning what she saw. Zach reached out, gently tucking stray strands of her hair behind her ear.
"Bad dream?" he asked.
Madelyn flinched slightly. "It's nothing. I just need a moment in the bathroom," she said.
"Okay," Zach replied with a neutral tone.
Madelyn rose from the bed, sliding into her slippers. She headed to the bathroom and freshened herself with a splash of water on her face, trying to distance herself from the haunting dream. "Why did that dream feel so real?" She wondered. Pushing the unsettling thought aside, her mind wandered, 'If he just takes care of his legs, they're probably recovered by now. After all this time, he might not even think of me.’ The heaviness of the dream still pressed on her. Knowing Donna was there for Ethan brought some comfort. Even if they had no future together, she genuinely hoped he was doing well.
After taking @ moment, Madelyn came out of the bathroom and saw Zach by the bed with her medicine. She grabbed it, saying, "Hey, don't touch my things," and quickly put the bottle in her bag.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"You're with me now. What can't | see?" Zach challenged.
Concerned, Madelyn replied, "What if you messed with it? Good enough reason?" She did not stick around to see Zach's response. Instead, she headed to the closet to change, not liking the sticky feeling on her skin.
When Zach suggested going out, Madelyn was not feeling it. She liked being alone. There was a balcony at the hotel, and she settled onto a comfy couch there, looking out at the city lights with a blanket wrapped around her.
By the time Zach was done with what he was doing, it was already dark outside.
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