NATALIA
Xavier walked me back inside the private wing of the hospital and left after saying our goodbyes. By the time Xavier left, the hallway felt ghostly quiet, too empty.
His visit had been a small mercy for my heart. It didn’t entirely erased the pain but it was a good intervention… though the timing and the coincidences almost felt like it wasn’t.
Now that I’m alone again, the feelings I suppressed earlier came rushing back, twice as heavy. I was walking slower than I should, dragging out each step like I was buying time. I wasn’t sure what I was trying to prepare for. An apology? An explanation? But surely, he doesn’t even know what I’m upset about. He was unconscious, and I shouldn’t have taken it seriously… but with everything, hearing him mumble her name was like the last nail
