(Several Months Later)
Lucas's POV
I hadn't left her side in months. Every day, I sat here, hoping—praying—that she’d open her eyes. But every day, that hope was crushed.
Seeing her like this, surrounded by machines, tore me apart. Guilt clung to me, relentless.
“I should have protected her… I should have done more,” I muttered to myself for what felt like the thousandth time.
"Lucas?" Isabella's soft voice broke through my storm of thoughts.
I turned, seeing my sister standing in the doorway.
"You shouldn’t be here, Isa. It’s not safe," I said, forcing a smile that didn’t reach my eyes.
"I know," she replied, sitting beside me. "But I had to check on you. How’s she doing?"
My heart sank at the question. I looked back at Rose’s motionless form, her face peaceful yet distant
