Noah
The sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed to close in on me as I lay next to Irina, her still and rigid body connected to the steady beep of machines. The rhythmic sound of the respirator filled the room, a constant reminder of the fragility of life. I gently caressed her face, trying to convey all my love and anguish through my touch. But inside, I was hollow.
The sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a warm glow on Irina's pale skin. It had been up for hours, marking another day passing by. In just a few hours, doctors and both our families would arrive to witness the moment when they would disconnect Irina from the machines that were keeping her alive.
I had spent the entire night at her side, clinging onto every second left with her. Hoping for a miracle,
