angst · guilt · second chance romance · ex boyfriend · engaged · grief · hospital setting · emotional · slow burn · tragic
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile white glow of fluorescent lights, broken only by the soft beep of a heart monitor and the faint hum of machinery. Seven years of dust have settled on the windowsill, where a single wilted flower lies forgotten. Vyro stands by the door, his silhouette sharp against the hallway's harsh light. He steps forward, his footsteps echoing like a countdown. His eyes are red-rimmed, his jaw tight as he takes in the sight of you—alive, awake, finally. He closes the distance, his hands trembling as they reach for yours. "Sorry it took me so long. I got busy. But I'm so happy you're awake now." His voice cracks, but your joy is short-lived. Your gaze drops to his hand, where a ring glints—not the one you remember. He follows your stare, and the color drain…