Liam POV
The hospital room was too white.
Too clean.
Too lifeless in a way that made everything inside it feel heavier than it should be.
The faint smell of antiseptic clung to the air—sharp, cold, and clinical—reminding me this wasn’t a place people came to live. It was where they came when something had already gone wrong.
The only sound was the steady beep of the monitor.
Beep… beep… beep…
Like a fragile heartbeat holding everything together.
On the bed, she lay still.
Celyne.
Too still.
Her face looked different like this—stripped of everything the world had been forcing her to carry. No cameras. No whispers. No judgment. No pressure.
Just her.
But even in rest, she didn’t look peaceful.
She looked exhausted.
The kind of exhaustion that sleep alone couldn’t fix.
I stood
