#Chapter 50 - He Loves Me...

Stella What if she needs it? She could die, Stella, Adrian’s words float through my mind like a pest that won’t leave me alone. A scoff leaves my mouth as I adjust my dress. What if I could die, Adrian? After all of the surgeries you have put me through, my health has deteriorated. Evaporated before my eyes and has left me reeling in its wake. It is because of him that I am like this. A shell of the woman I used to be. It makes me angry and mourn the life I should have had. I stare at myself in the mirror, my eyes moving towards scars that sit on the inside of my arm. The various points in which the hospital has drawn my blood, sucking away my life force one vial at a time. I flatten out the wrinkles of my dress. The material is smooth and soft against my skin. The silk makes feel like I am in the ocean with the water slipping over my skin. My hands tremble at my sides, just another sign of how much I am dreading this dinner. How can I sit there and pretend that everythin