Chapter 477

The hallway outside the hospital room finally grew quiet, and at last, Cole could be alone with Alessia again.

Before he went in, he made sure to shower and tidy himself up–he couldn’t stand the thought of Alessia waking up to see him looking a

mess.

It felt a little like he was about to meet his first love for a date; he wanted everything to be just right.

The tubes had been removed from Alessia’s body. Her face was pale, lips drained of color–she looked more like a delicate porcelain doll than a living person. Beautiful, but utterly devoid of life.

Cole’s heart ached for her. Only when he took her hand did he finally feel some measure of relief, as if the world steadied beneath him.

“Lessie… please, wake up soon. You’ve been asleep for so long. It’s time to open your eyes, sweetheart.”

His words were soft, gentle, filled with longing.

He cupped her hand in both of his, trying to warm her fingers chilled from the IV, breathing softly onto them.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting the shadows of tree branches on the floor. The leaves swayed in the breeze, making the patterns dance.

It was a scene touched by warmth and peace, yet all around Cole lingered a sorrow he couldn’t shake.

Slowly, his eyelids grew heavy and he drifted off beside her.

curled up in the

grew louder,

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The sudden brightness made her squint, and she blinked a few times

to find it small,

“Lessie…”

she could think it through, that tender

stood still, hesitant to

Her childish voice

me–Ms. June. Don’t

Mr. Whitley. Do

voices were oddly familiar, and for some reason, Alessia felt a prickle of sadness in

wrinkled it, taking a tentative step forward,

light flickered softly, as if telling her there was

twisted with indecision, but finally, she clenched her jaw

waiting on the other side were a man and

who they were, but found she couldn’t speak. It seemed as though they couldn’t see her, either. She waved a

June looked in her direction, but her eyes seemed to see right through Alessia, as if watching someone

turned–and saw a little girl, maybe five or six, with a bright,

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