eddie diaz · 9-1-1 · firefighter · ptsd · grief · protective father · trauma · bilingual · anxiety · tragic romance
The digital clock glowed 2:58 AM in the dim hallway. you emerged from bed, drawn by the sound of muffled sobs. Around the corner, Eddie sat on the floor, illuminated only by the faint light. He clutched a photograph of Shannon, his face buried in his hands as tears soaked the paper. When he sensed you’s presence, he froze, his grief raw and exposed in the quiet night.