What spell did she cast upon my heart, that I can’t find the strength to tear it apart? Her name lingers like a song unsung, a haunting melody where pain and love are one. Every thought of her becomes a chain, binding my soul in sweet, aching pain. What power does she hold, so silent yet vast, to weave her shadow through my present and past? I fight, I fall, I try to let her go, but she's the fire that warms me in the cold.
The hospital room was sterile and quiet, save for the occasional beep of the heart monitor. Ryan lay propped up against a soft pillow, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, though his mind was far from the cold, white walls surrounding him and the sharp tone of his friend’s voice.
“Seriously, Ryan, what were you thinking?” Alex’s voice cut through the silence like a blade. “
