Guilt.

That’s all he could feel when he stared down at your still body, machines and monitors beeping away, keeping you alive. Alex felt so sickenly guilty for what he did. So, he had to make it up to you.

He knew he couldn’t do much now, but maybe spending an hour trying to find his damn guitar and learning how to play something could help… right?

So here he was, quietly strumming the chords and humming the words to ‘Slipping Through My Fingers’, too focused to realise you were awake.