LILY
One week.
Seven days of watching Ace lie motionless in that hospital bed. Seven days of praying to a Moon Goddess who seemed to have forgotten I existed.
The doctor's words echoed in my mind like a broken record: *"Only a miracle can save him now."*
I curled up next to Ace on the narrow hospital bed, my face pressed against his shoulder. His skin was cold, still gray. The machine kept beeping their a steady rhythm, but it felt like a countdown to goodbye.
"Why?" I whispered into his shirt. "Why does everyone leave me?"
First my parents. Then James destroyed me. I lost my baby. Now Ace was slipping away, and I couldn't do anything to stop it.
"Maybe I'm cursed," I said, my voice cracking. "Maybe I'm not meant to be happy."
The thought hit me like a physical blow. What if this
