Chapter 75. Coma?

Cole was seated, holding her hand, his eyes full of remorse locked on her, and with every breath, he prayed to God to wake her up.

"Just shut up, I don't fucking want to hear your voice." Flashes of his cruel behaviour were repeatedly flashing in front of his eyes, and he was drowning in the pool of guilt.

"Please wake up, slip your hands into my jacket pockets. I promise I'll never stop you from doing this. Please just wake up, I'm sorry." His chest became heavy with pain and guilt, and he apologised as he recalled how aggressively he was trying to take her hands out of his pockets, and she wasn't ready to give up on him.

"Please forgive me." He sobbed, burying his face in her hand.

When he raised his head from her hand after a few minutes, his eyes widened as they fell on a tattoo on the side of her ring finger; Cole's name was inked with a heart.

Fresh tears streamed down his cheeks, and a sob escaped from his mouth. He gazed at her with immense affe