It’s all over . . . And I’m glad. I’m glad it didn’t hurt, I’m glad the pain is gone and I’m glad that I’m fianlly done. With everything . . .

My eyes flash open as my breath gets caught in my throat. I gasp for air, my eyes pooling with tears as the white room clicks in my brain. I’m . . . Here. The hospital, and I’m okay.

“Maisie!” Davian rushes to my side, his eyes tired and filled with relief. “You’re okay.”

_He’s so beautiful_ . . . I start sobbing as I fall into his arms. My head resting on his shoulder as he holds me close, like I’m still slipping away from him.

“Why . . .” I sob quietly as my eyes fall to my wrist that’s covered in a white bandage. “Why did you save me?”

Davian lets out a shaky breath, his arms still holding me up as he burrows his head into my shoulder. “Because . . .” Davian’s voice becomes softer than a whisper as he gently pulls away. “It’s all I want to do.”

It’s all so blurred. My vision, my thoughts my feelings. But my heart . . . It’s as clear as day. And it’s telling me that this boy, this crazy amazing boy in front of me, hasn’t just saved my life, but he’s saved something else. He’s saved _our_ life.

“You always do . . .” I murmur as his hands slowly crawl up my arms. “You always save me.”

Davian’s hands brush my cheeks as he leans in close. “Maisie . . .” He breathes his eyes flickering off of mine. “Someone’s got to . . .”

My lips part as tears glide down my cheeks and melt into his hands. I never realized I needed saving, I mean I knew I needed something. I knew I needed light, happiness and love, but I never knew I needed saving.

But then again I never imagined meeting someone like Davian. Someone speical who isn’t supposed to love me, who doesn’t have to, but still does.

A question burns in my mind as my wrist throbs at my side. I don’t remeber what happened, besides the fact that I passed out after cutting myself. And now I know that I was saved.

“I never save you . . .” I lower my eyes to the white sheets that cover my legs. “I’m sorry.”

Tears prick in my eyes as Davian’s soft hands leave my face. Maybe I’ve just made him realize his mistake, I bet he wishes he’d left me on my bedroom ground.

“Maisie . . .” Davian’s voice trembles as he lets out a small breath. “I . . . I . . . There’s something . . .”

I look up as Davian pauses his face stained with tears as he plays with his hands.

My hand snakes away from my side, meeting with Davian’s. He’s shaking, more than he should. I squeeze his hand, scooting closer to him as he gasps. “Maisie,” he breathes. “Maisie . . .”

My heart flutters in my chest. “Davian . . .” I echo with his names, suddenly everything seems to make sense. Of course this is right, of course he’s right. “Can I kiss you?”

Davian’s eyes flash to mine as a small smile tugs at his lips. Before I can take back what I’ve said his hand has left mine and is up on my face. His lips brush mine and everything melts.

My heart slows down in my chest as all the pain in my wrist floods away. Just when I thought that nothing could get better about Davian . . . He heals my pain, he heals my heart.

I pull away, raising my hands to his face as he smiles at me his forehead resting agaisnt mine.

“Yes . . .” He says his black eyes glowing the way I hope mine are.

A small laugh comes out of my mouth as Davian’s cold hand protects my cheek. I’m in a hospital because I almost killed myself and yet here I am laughing. Davian really is something else . . . And I’m glad he’s mine and I’m his.

“You do save me,” Davian says his forehead still gently touching mine. “You save me Maisie.”

I pull Davian’s face back to mine, kissing him like the world is ending. If it did I wouldn’t care, I have Davian and that’s all that matters.