Emilia's POV
The silence in the room was deafening.
I didn’t know how long I’d been staring at the ceiling—minutes, hours, maybe forever. Time didn’t feel real anymore. The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only thing that reminded me I was still alive, still here, still trapped in this body that felt too heavy for my soul.
The bed felt too big. The room too white. Everything around me was too quiet, like the world had decided to pause while I tried to catch up with the wreckage of my life.
Just last night, everything felt perfect.
I could still feel his touch—the heat of his skin pressed against mine, the sound of his voice whispering my name like it meant something sacred. For a few stolen hours, I let myself believe it did. I let myself forget who he was, what he was, what
