Chapter 93: Really Gone

••Theron••

I woke up to a stillness that hung heavy in the air, suffocating me. But it wasn't the physical emptiness of the room that weighed me down; it was the crushing reality of my loss that wrapped around my heart like a vice. Athara, my beloved wife, was gone. The tragedy that had befallen us felt like a cruel joke, a nightmare I couldn't bear to accept.

I rubbed my eyes, hoping to rid myself of the haunting images that plagued my mind. The fire, the inferno that consumed the hospital, had stolen away everything I held dear. I couldn't accept it. This had to be a terrible dream. I longed to jolt awake and find Athara lying peacefully beside me, her gentle breaths soothing my soul.

I looked on the other side of the bed and all I saw was her image. She was always sleeping peacefully until morning beside me but now she was not with me anymore and all I have in me was her memories and image of her I kept on painting in my head.

"Love, Athara, I wish I could see you and hug you anytim