Ayla
“I promised I’d be strong for you. Please… don’t go.”
That voice kept echoing in my head, faint but relentless—like a little boy calling out from far away. I remembered his eyes—dark, full of determination—but… who was he?
Everything blurred when I saw that boy being dragged toward a car. I wanted to scream, to help him, but my body betrayed me. My head throbbed violently, my legs felt like stone, and in the next second, the world spun… then went black.
*
When I woke up, everything was white. Blinding light glared down on me. An IV line was stuck into my arm, piercing my pale skin. I let out a shaky breath, trying to make sense of it all.
But something felt strange. This didn’t smell like a hospital. No sharp scent of antiseptic. Instead… there was this sweet, delicate, slightly
