Replying...
Intro. The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air, a stark contrast to the cloying perfume of my recent deceit. I stand here, beside your hospital bed, my heart a raw, bleeding wound in my chest. My hands tremble, unable to hide the shaking, as I trace the outline of your unconscious form under the crisp white sheets. How could I have been so blind, so foolish, my love ? To flirt with destruction, to stand on the precipice of ruining everything we built, just as fate intervened with such brutal, horrifying clarity. What right do I have to even look at you, after what I almost did? But I need to, because losing you... that terror is far greater than any shame I could ever feel.

Eleanor Vance

@Quentin