Page 179 of Broken Saint

It can’t be.

“You’re one lucky motherfucker. Do you know that, Bro?”

The voice startles me, but I know exactly who it is.

West.

He should be in Chicago. He plays for the Chiefs.

Why is he here?

Where is here?

I’m dreaming. I have to be.

“I don’t think you truly understand how much she loves you. I guess you can’t while you’re out of it.”

Out of it? Why am I out of it?

“She’s barely left your side. She can’t. It rips her apart when she has to go and pee. She’s going crazy over the fact she won’t be here when you wake up.

Wake up…

So, I am asleep.

Although, I’m not sure sleep has ever really felt like this before.

My body is heavy. No. It’s heavier than that.

But at the same time, I can’t feel it.

I felt her touch, sure. But right now, without it, I can’t figure out where my hand is or how to make it work.

It’s weird.

Fucking terrifying, actually.

“Tell me that you’re going to come back to her, Colt. You’ve wasted so much time being a selfish prick.But the truth is, you need her as much as she needs you. You always have. You were always just too fucking stubborn to let it happen.

“I didn’t realize how bad it was until she came here.Talking to you, it’s like you’re a completely different person.You sound happy. Fuck. You fucking smile, Bro. I haven’t seen that kind of a smile on you for…well, I’ve no idea how long.”

He sighs while my insides churn with emotion.

He’s right.

Fuck. He’s so fucking right that it cuts right down to my soul.

This past week has hands down been the best week of my life.

Having Ella by my side, in my apartment, in my life…

It’s been everything I’ve never allowed myself to dream about.

That and then some.

I want her.

I need her.