Thankfully, Violet is okay.

Just some superficial bruises and a cracked rib. Nothing serious. But if anything had happened to her…

Right now, I don’t know what I’d be.

Maybe not even myself anymore.

Maybe a killer.

"Aarón, don’t say stupid things," she murmurs, her voice drowsy.

I thought she was asleep, but apparently not.

"I don’t like it when you say things like that. Besides, it wasn’t anyone’s fault… it was just an accident."

I look at her in silence.

I don’t want to scare her with my thoughts.

For now, it’s better to leave things as they are.

I don’t want to make her feel bad.

Or worry her over something that’s already done.

"Alright, Violet," I murmur, softening my voice just for her.

"Now, the only important thing is that you rest, pastelito."

She searches for my hand under the sheets and I respond, lacing our fingers together.

It’s amazing how she makes me feel both p