- Sean -
The days blurred together in a haze of white sheets and muted sunlight filtering through thick curtains. My bed had become a prison of sorts, but it was a prison with familiarity, a sense of comfort I never knew I'd need. Aria, ever the guardian angel, hovered over me as if her presence alone could mend the cracks in my soul. I could see the worry etched into her brow, the way she clutched her phone, biting her lip as if it would keep the world at bay.
"Drink," she insisted softly, nudging a straw towards my lips. "You need to stay hydrated, Sean."
I swallowed, a dry lump in my throat. "How am I supposed to stay hydrated with all this guilt weighing me down?"
Aria's frown deepened, and I could tell she was torn between wanting to scold me for my self-pity and wanting to wra
