The white ceiling startled me. For a second, I was afraid. I didn't know where I was. My vission wasn't really that much of help, I had just woken up from a terrible dream. And it's—my eyes, just adjusting to the surroundings. I mentally face-palm myself. Why on earth does this things aren't making any sense?
Then I remember Ezra.
Last night's incident came rushing back like a flowing water from a freshly broken vase.
"Your awake."
I sat up, now fully aware—and also awake, of my location.
I look sideways, and surely sitting a few stool away from me is my first love. Who I still can't believe is alive and breathing.
"Where's everybody?" I asked. My voice cracked. I haven't drink anything for the past six hours and my throat's clearly begging for anything that is liquid.
"I think they're in the coffee shop nearby." She handed me a bottle of water, in which I was thankful for. "Aria's in Ezra's room, though. I don't think she'll ever leave his side until he wakes up."
I smiled, "Just Aria being Aria." I took a sip from the bottle and was relieved. "She might be short—sometimes dramatic, but she'll never leave your side." I unintentionally look at her, which I quickly regretted afterwards when I saw a flash of guilt in those cerulean eyes I grew so accustom of.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, barely audible for me to hear. "I told you, if I could take it back—if I could do it all over again, things would be so different."