Chapter 59: Make Me Forget
Hailee’s POV
Confused, I walked over to the window and pushed it open. The cool night breeze brushed against my skin... and then Nathan jumped in.
I swallowed hard, stumbling back. Nathan straightened, pulling off the pullover from his head—revealing his face I hadn’t missed so much.
I gulped hard. I didn’t know what to feel... happy? Relieved that he was alive? But also confused about why he was here... but one thing was certain: my heart was racing.
His eyes met mine instantly—those familiar stormy eyes that always held more than he let on—and for a moment, we both just stood there. The air was thick with silence, yet somehow it felt louder than anything I’d heard in days. He looked the same... and yet not. A little pale. Tired. But very much alive.
When did he come out of the coma?
How long had he been okay?
Why was he here?
Questions buzzed in my head, but my lips refused to move. He raised a brow, trying to play it cool, but there was a flicker of vulnerability in his voice.
"Wow... you look like you just saw a ghost. Not happy to see me alive?"
That cracked the silence.
"Nathan," I breathed, stepping forward—and before I could stop myself, I crashed into him, wrapping my arms around his middle. I didn’t care what this meant. I didn’t care how messy things were. He was alive. He was here. And I didn’t realize how deeply I’d needed to feel that until he was in my arms. My cheek rested against his chest as I clung to him, unable to stop the tears now stinging my eyes.