My princess

After I left my dad’s house because he didn’t approve of Liya, everything fell apart. Even Though I was done with school, finding a job was harder than I thought. Rent, electricity, Food… don’t even get me started on clothes. But Liya was patient. Very patient. I had to work Three different jobs just to keep us afloat, and she never complained. Not once. God, I love her. Her long black hair, her snow-white skin, her rosy lips, her green eyes. Liya Belonged in a world far better than the one I could give her. Waking up the next day, the first thing I noticed was the heat radiating off her skin. Something was wrong. I threw on my jacket and rushed to the nearest clinic, praying it was nothing. serious. But when I came back and pressed my hand to her forehead, my stomach dropped. Damnit. The fever had gotten worse. “No, no, no, princess.” I moved fast. Water first, then the medicine. I carried her to the shower, letting the warm water. Bring her temperature down, then wrapped her in a blanket and made soup from scratch. I sat Beside her, watching her chest rise and fall until the color slowly crept back into her cheeks. Only then did I breathe. By the time I started getting ready for work, I was already an hour late. But I couldn’t make Myself walk out that door. “Princess… baby.” I knelt beside her. “How are you feeling? I can call in, it’s not a big deal.” “Tom.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Go. I’m fine.” She closed her eyes, and I kissed her softly before forcing myself to stand. Every step toward That door felt like a fight. But I went. Because rent didn’t care that she was sick. I got back a bit late, but the second I stepped through the door, something felt off. The house Was too quiet. “Liya?” Nothing. Princess?” Silence. My heart slammed against my chest. I checked the bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen. empty. She was sick. She could barely whisper this morning, she couldn’t even lift her head off. The pillow. So where was she? Where could she possibly What if she’s hurt? What if someone I was already running before the thought finished itself. I burst outside, my head pounding, eyes scanning everywhere. And then I saw her. What I saw made my blood run cold. I saw red. And by the time I got there, the damage had been done. There she was on the ground, barely conscious, her clothes torn and hanging off her fragile body. I dropped to my knees beside her, my hands shaking as I reached for her. “Princess, can you hear me? Baby, open your eyes.” Her lips moved. I leaned in close, desperate to catch even a single word, but her voice was too Far gone — just a broken whisper swallowed by the air between us. I didn’t wait. I didn’t think. I scooped her up into my arms, her body limp and weightless. Against my chest, and I ran. I ran like the world was ending behind me, because for me, in that Moment, it was. By the time we reached the hospital, my shirt was soaked, and my legs were burning, but I felt None of it. All I could feel was her — barely warm, barely breathing, barely there. “Help! Somebody help her, please!”