AMELIA.
The pain was unbearable, but it wasn't the physical kind that hurt the most. No, it was the silence that hung around me–thick, suffocating. I could feel the weight of it in my bones. My eyes were heavy, but I couldn't open them. I wanted to. I tried so hard to make my fingers move, my legs twitch, anything. But my body wouldn't cooperate. It was as if something was holding me in this endless limbo between sleep and waking.
Then, through the haze of my mind, I heard his voice.
Dylan.
His voice broke through the fog, clear and full of emotion. I could tell it wasn't the same Dylan if seen before–this version was raw, vulnerable, and completely undone. He was….hurting. I felt it in the way he spoke, the desperation in his words. The way he confessed everything I'd been waiting
