Humberto’s POV
I stepped into the quiet hall, my heart heavy as I searched for Aurora. After all the chaos of the morning, I found her sitting by the window, bathed in soft, early light. Her green eyes, full of both hope and quiet sorrow, met mine as I walked slowly toward her.
I reached out and gently took her hand. Her touch warmed me, if only for a moment. I could almost forget the curse that weighs on me every day—the constant reminder that I have little time left. But I couldn’t share that truth with her. Instead, I had to hide my pain behind words that would make me seem strong, even if I felt weak inside.
“Aurora,” I whispered, my voice soft. For a long time, I had wanted to tell her how I felt, but every time I saw her smile, I was too afraid to speak. Now, she broke the silence
