Lennox's POV
The door to my room opened slowly.
For a second, my heart jumped.
I hoped it was her.
But it was only Louis.
He walked in quietly, his head down. He didn't need to say anything. The silence said it all. My chest felt tight, like something heavy was pressing on it.
"She's not coming," I whispered. It wasn't a question.
Louis looked at me with pain in his eyes.
"She said she won't come into this room again," he said softly. "She said if you want to see her, you should come to her room yourself."
He paused, then added, "She's cold, Lennox. I've never seen her like this."
I closed my eyes. The oxygen mask on my face felt like it was choking me.
This was my fault.
I had done this.
I had pushed her again and again, thinking I was making her strong. I thought if she hated me, she would survive without me. But now that she had finally walked away, the pain was worse than anything I had imagined.
