❝Time doesn't heal all wounds. We both know that's bullshit; it comes from people who have nothing comforting or original to say. ❞― Adam Silvera

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At first glance, the woman that was laying in the bed was not the woman that he remembered at all. This woman in front of him seemed like she was someone else. While most of the color returned to her skin, she still was pale. Like a broken doll. Her grayish black hair was spread all around her. Her beautiful hazel eyes that Kabir cherished were shut tight. For a quick minute, he had feared that she was dead.

However Neha fit the description of Snow White, waiting for her prince to kiss her awake. Except that he was no longer her prince.

Kabir gently grabbed one of her hands. There was so much he wanted to say. Yet before he could even begin. He choked. Then silently tears streamed down his face. For years, he carried this guilt with. Now seeing Neha in front of him, it was too much for Kabir to bear.

"I'm sorry. I'm sooo soo sorry." He repeated over and over again. She was his first love and he was lucky to have been married to her for as long as he was.

If he hadn't called her the night of the accident, she would have made it home safe. Their future could have totally different. Yet there she was, fighting her way slowly, coming back to society.

Then he heard her voice.

"K-k-ka-Kabir?" A raspy voice called out. Immediately Kabir looked up and locked eyes with Neha, who completely looked out of it. Her hair was in complete disarray as she tried to sit up. Rubbing her eyes, "I can't see!"

"DOCTORS!" Kabir finally called out after finding his voice.

"K-kabir?" Neha whispered so softly that Kabir could barely catch her voice.

"Wait. Kabir please don't leave." Neha pleaded as she quickly grabbed his hand in panic, "Please don't leave." At this point, her voice was gone and she was close to tears . Kabir couldn't looked her in the eyes but he nodded.

Satisfied, Neha losses her grip as the doctors come in. Kabir was surprised that he was no asked to leave as they ran tests. He stayed by her side the entire time silently watching her fail the date test.

It wasn't until the doctor finally questioned her about the last thing she remembered for Kabir to want to blurt out the truth that he keep for years.

"Driving home. Kabir called. I picked up on my Bluetooth. A car suddenly cut me off...That's it."

She looked up to Kabir, "My fault. Should have waited."

It was never your fault. That is what he wanted to say to her, yet looking at Neha this vulnerable, the words died on his tongue.

"Neha, it'll be a couple of months before we can discharge you." The doctor told them, "We need to get you up and walking again-which depend on how you pace yourself, second we need to catch you up, and lastly we want to get you the best care possible."

Neha struggled to talk in complete sentences but she was still able to thank the doctor before lying down again on her pillow.

Needlessly to say, Kabir stayed with her until she feel asleep. He couldn't exactly explain to her the truth if she couldn't talk properly. He could try to explain to her but he felt like that would be cheating. He wanted to hear her voice, her opinion, her thoughts.

Neha really was alive. Breathing in front of him. Kabir had so many questions but he was still left in awe by her entire presence. Despite the fact that she had to overcome these new challenges, Neha still looked like he was ready to face them head on.

Based off the doctor's analysis, it seemed that Kabir wasn't leaving anytime soon. He owed her that much at least as her former husband. When she'll be completely healed and healthy, Kabir decided it would be then when he would reveal him and new family to her. Until then, he was focus on getting her healthy again.

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