Elena…”

The voice was faint. Deep. Raspy. Vince.

My heart ached anew and I itched to get closer to the voice. To him. To cry my heart out and beg him never to leave. To tell him I'm sorry.

But the harder I stretched my hand to him, the more he was out of touch.

“Elena…”

I felt a hand hovering over mine. And a shadow cast above me. Faint background voices joined in, destroying my beautiful illusion of Vince.

My eyes slowly opened, taking in the blurry, white ceilings.

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