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"[color=red]I'm so sorry.[/color]"

Did she really believe if she said the words enough times that he would awaken? The guilt had been killing Beatrice whether she wanted to admit it or not. And so there she was in the hospital wing, the sun barely up as she sat next to Kalder. She had his hand in hers, no longer damaged, but still unmoving. His breathing was steady, his face wasn't as pale as it was before. But he wouldn't wake, and despite Madam Appleton predicting he would be up soon, Beatrice was still too anxious. Would he blame her? Would he hate her? She always felt that he did hate her, but getting confirmation would be too much for her. How ironic, her constant claims that she despised him and loathed him, and yet here she was.

And then there were her feelings. For the most part, she had managed to ignore Caleb's cryptically annoying warning, but now that she was here she couldn't stop thinking about it. Jomana was convinced Demi had something for Noel Jameson, and the truth was that Beatrice sure hoped it was true. Not that it made things any better; Noel was a notorious playboy, charming and attractive, but with little regard to his victim's emotions. But maybe Demi could change him. Maybe things would work out.

[i][color=red]Yeah, and while Kalder breaks into pieces, you'll be there to sweep him up, right?[/color][/i] She mentally chastised herself. Why was she like this? Demi was her best friend. And Kalder wasn't an angel either! He was an asshole! How could she possibly still have feelings for someone like him? She outright rebutted any apologies he had for her, ignored and berated him at every given opportunity, so why? When she found out he would be her new partner, she thought it had been a second chance for them, at least as friends. But instead she saw it as a way to get close to him. And as a result, she nearly killed him.

Beatrice was trembling as she lifted his hand to her face, trying her damnest not to cry. She needed to stop overthinking everything. Taking in a deep breath in an effort to calm herself, she found herself staring at his face again. The only time she actually wanted to see his eyes closed was... The idea popped into her mind, and she absentmindedly looked around. No one was around. Dare she? It wouldn't be wrong, would it? She shuffled closer to Kalder, leaning in closely and half expecting him to jump up at any second. Her heart beat against her chest as her right hand grasped his tightly, her left hand gently pushing his bangs out of his eyes. She could steal just one. No one would know, right? Closing her eyes, she leaned in.