Chapter 92

Dylan It’s been three days since Bella slipped into a coma, and she still hasn’t opened her eyes. The strange part is, I’m worried. Deeply worried. I thought I’d want her gone, that I’d feel nothing but satisfaction, but instead, I find myself watching her chest rise and fall, afraid it might stop. The doctor says she’ll live, that it’s just a matter of time. I stood by her bed, my fists clenching at my sides as memories flashed through my mind. That day… the day Cherry took her own life, I was in a meeting when my phone rang. Her mother’s voice came through—broken, trembling. I remember the way my whole world went blank when she told me Cherry was gone. I was destroyed. Completely. I couldn’t understand how the girl I loved so deeply could give up like that, until I found her diary. At first, it was filled with little things, childhood memories, sweet musings, the kind of innocent ramblings that made me smile through my tears. Then, the tone changed. The words became heavier, dark