128 The guilt she had carried till death

Cosette gasped as she sat upright, clutching her chest as she caught up to her breathing. Her eyes shook, and just like the previous night, her dream would wake her up, tears filled her eyes. 

She had lost count of how many times she found herself waking up in the middle of the night or before sunrise. The dreams were different, but whenever she woke up, it was the same for her. 

Cosette would sweat buckets, tears would fill her eyes, and her heart was in pain for no damn reason. Whenever she tried to recall what sort of dream she had, her brain wouldn't respond. 

But tonight… was different. 

Yes, she was still sweating buckets, and tears flooded her eyes. However, she wasn't trying to recall the dream anymore. She was trying to forget it. 

"Maxen…" her lips quivered as her breathing suspended until her neck turned taut. "You… did it all… for… me?"