109 Little Star

Mark sat on the chair beside Emily's bed in the dimly lit room as he waited for her to finally wake up.

It had been more than two hours and she still had to wake up.

He once again recalled Sam's assurance that she was perfectly fine and just needed a little time to rest.

He took her small hand in his large ones as he thought about how he ended up hugging her two hours ago when she was almost on the brink of a breakdown.

He was afraid of disturbing her thoughts but at the same time, he knew that he needed to stop her.

That's why without thinking about the consequences anymore, he ended up finally hugging her for the very first time since she returned.

"I don't hate you, Little Star."

Mark whispered softly as he rubbed her fingers with such gentleness as if he was holding porcelain.

He drew in a deep breath before he continued in a soft voice.