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He’d only spent a minuscule amount of time with the heaven-sent angel, but that had been more than enough for her to leave a lasting impression. She was everything good in the world to Hadrian, and seeing her fear had only made her more beautiful to him. She had been shielded from the world, but he didn’t know why or how and he would have killed to have known so much as her last name before he lost her forever. He hoped he hadn’t, yet, at least, she was holding on with a thin heartbeat he found every time he stopped by in the late hours of the night. The freakshow was silent, and Hades would sneak around to bring her flowers and wish her to get better soon.
All beauty seemed to fall from his life after she left. The flowers lost color and as for the gorgeous girls hitting on him, he could barely make out their face in a memory after they parted. The only thing that could make him smile was Lexi, of course, but only on her good days and he could not take priority over her life, she had to think of herself. There was Adrian as well and the promise of a baby, but his best friend was just as wrapped up in life as Hades.
So he spent most of his time here, his hand over hers, massive in comparison. He laid daisies by her bedside and made sure she was always warm, ever protecting of those who need it, he did everything he could for her, but there wasn’t much he could. Every flutter of an eyelid or twitch of a finger or fit from a nightmare sent Hades reeling with hope. She was still fighting. Tonight she was silent and she made no movement until it had scared Hades to the point where he had to leave before face this reality. But when his hand slipped form hers, his heart nearly stopped.
“Hades?” It was whispered, as more of a question than a call for help, but he was by her side in a minute. Could she see him? Was she waking up? He knew something was happening but with their hands together once more, the petite blonde fell silent. He tried to stop the hot tears from running down his face, wiping them away with the back of his hand. He held hers tightly as he pressed his forehead to hers. “You have to come back.” He could feel her weak breath on his lips, inches separating them, and he knew he should pull away but his lips brushed hers and he gave in. He pressed his mouth to her cold lips, and lifting her chin with his free hand.