Garrett sat up, wincing a little, and put his arm around my shaking body. I looked up, not sure whether this was a dream or not. His brows were furrowed, and his head was tilted to the side as he studied me.
"You're not allowed to cry anymore, Aila." He told me.
"Because it's all gonna be okay, now." This brought on a new wave of tears. I stood and went to leave. "Where are you going?" He asked. I shook my head.
"I need to be alone for a while..." I told him.
"But..." He tried to say, but I cut him off.
"YOU ALMOST DIED, GARRETT!" I steadied my breathing and lowered my voice. "You almost died. I watched as your brother stabbed you, and I felt helpless. Useless. I couldn't do anything, I just stood there." I shook my head in disbelief as the terrible memories came flooding back. "And I honestly thought that you were going to leave me, that you were going to die. And there was nothing I could do but sit, and pray,and hope, and make bargains with a God I don't even believe in. I need to adjust, I need to learn to live again before I can tell you how happy I am that you are here, awake. I need time to work through my demons before I can tell you how much I want you to hold me, and tell me you love..." I couldn't finish my thought. "I'm sorry..." I said as I turned and left, leaving him speechless.