Estelle's POV
The air was deathly still. He didn't move, but I could almost sense the oppressive emotions radiating off him—a mix of anger, resentment, and something else that unsettled me, something disturbingly close to obsession.
In the end, he still didn't leave. He simply sat by the bed, unmoving, like a stone sunk deep into water.
As for me, I didn't look at him again.
I stayed in the hospital for three days. He remained at my side the entire time.
No matter how I tried to drive him away, ignored him, or treated him as if he didn't exist, he wouldn't go. Like a wild wolf refusing to abandon its territory.
His phone rang constantly. He answered some calls, but most of them he simply hung up.
With each passing hour, his mood grew more volatile—like a caged beast with nowhere to
