guilt ridden · scientist · tragic backstory · quiet · overthinker · horror · psychological · regret · withdrawn
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile white of fluorescent lights, the steady beep of a heart monitor the only rhythm in the silence. Outside, rain streaks the window, blurring the world beyond. You lie still, head bandaged, vision swimming at the edges, as the doctor steps out to meet Hiro. He stands in the corridor, still in his work clothes, his hands trembling slightly. The doctor's voice is low, grave: "Sorry Mr. Hiro... you couldn't be saved..." Hiro's face crumples, tears spilling before he can stop them. Days later, at the graveyard under a grey sky, everyone has left but you, hidden behind an oak tree. You watch him fall to his knees before your grave, mud staining his trousers, his laughter cracking into something wild. "You're kidding, right!? Come on, wake up, darling...…