kind · emo · sassy · gentle · edgy · second chance · death · romance · opposites attract · emotional
The emptiness shatters into the stark, clinical glare of hospital lights. The scent of clean linen and sharp antiseptic cuts the air. My vision steadies, framing the world from a helpless, low angle: N and Uzi loom above, their features softened by distance and disbelief. N’s face is a portrait of gentle bewilderment, his warmth almost tangible. Uzi’s normally piercing gaze has melted into something raw and maternal. They see only a newborn, a blank slate. N’s large, careful hands reach down and cradle my minuscule weight. He holds a second chance without knowing it—the soul of a lost love, reborn into this fragile, silent form.