Angel's P.O.V

(2 weeks later)

Mack relaxed on her hospital bed, a sorrowful look written on her face, not looking like the girl she was a few days ago.

She was to be released from the hospital after two days, as her wounds had already mostly recovered.

Her friend, Laine, had healed as well, and was taken to jail for attempted murder, among various other crimes.

I was nervous to see Mack today, though I have been visiting her for the past two weeks, she never seemed to be pleased to see me.

I went inside her room, and drew back the curtains farther apart than they were earlier, and took a deep breath.

“Um..uh,” I stammered as she stopped looking out the window and faced towards me, “Hey, Mack.”

“Oh, hey.” Mack said in a monotonous voice, it looked as if she was forcing herself to notice me.

"I was wondering," I said, fiddling with my thumbs, staring down at the floor, “If we could live together.”

Her expression didn't seem to change, but I could notice her eyes widen a little.

“You know, like most couples.” I continued with a nervous laugh, trying not to sweat too much.

We both remained silent. She gave no reaction to my request.

I was starting to think that she wanted to refuse, that she wanted to leave me.

Just when I was about to lose all hope and sob, Mack giggled faintly, bringing me forward into an embrace.

Her face beamed up, and she smiled widely as small tears of joy streamed down her face.

“Of course we could,” She yelled, hugging me tighter than ever before, “I love you.”

I chuckled, and started to cry as well, thankful to see Mack somewhat acting like her usual self, “I love you too.”

This was only the beginning of something much better to come.

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