Chapter 37

THIRTY-SEVEN

AIDEN

Please don’t cry for me, pretty girl.

My eyes close on their own. When I open them, I immediately find Nova. She’s blurry, but it’s hard to miss the flash of pink hair as she’s carried away from me.

White light swallows her shape and blinds me from seeing anything else. My body becomes lighter, like I’m floating and leaving my physical form.

Don’t ever cry for me.

My only regret is not telling Nova how I feel about her when she cried over me, more worried about me than the wound in her shoulder.

Maybe in another life we can be together, and I won’t fuck up by not saying how much I love you.

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