Melanie's ex-boss stood by her bedside, a tear rolling unchecked, then Melanie's husband entered.
"You bullied her," he began, "I wish you were in the coma. You were jealous of her beauty and joie de vive."
"I'm so sorry," she replied and hastily retreated.
She wondered if the poor young woman would ever wake like Briar Rose, finding her loving husband gazing into her eyes, but life was far from a fairy tale.
She stared at her reflection in the bus window, guilt consuming her soul, haunted by Melanie.
"Oh, what have I become?" she asked herself softly.
"You bullied her," he began, "I wish you were in the coma. You were jealous of her beauty and joie de vive."
"I'm so sorry," she replied and hastily retreated.
She wondered if the poor young woman would ever wake like Briar Rose, finding her loving husband gazing into her eyes, but life was far from a fairy tale.
She stared at her reflection in the bus window, guilt consuming her soul, haunted by Melanie.
"Oh, what have I become?" she asked herself softly.
