Chase's Pov
I watched her sleep. The hardest moment of my life... and she was totally oblivious.
I stroked her hair, murmuring more to myself than her.
"My truth doesn't matter, does it?" I exhaled.
She stirred. I took my hand away, she wouldn't appreciate me touching her if she woke up.
"My truth is irrelevant. You are you and I am me. You love someone else and I have no legs or manhood. Abby died and Grey is a twisted angry monster who destroyed our lives"
I went to the table, took paper and pen. Wheeled myself closer to her again. She was breath easier.
Good.
"My truth doesn't matter, Tilly Ann because all you need is your truth. And I am going to give it to you, sweet girl"
Her breathing was still slow. Her fingers were still curled in the sheet.
I touched her face. Her skin was soft. Her cheeks were flushed. Her lips were parted.
I kissed her. Just enough so I don't wake her.
I pulled back, smiling. It was almost sad.
"I love you," I whispered.
