Lyra’s POVThe beeping of the machines was the only sound in the room. The steady rhythm of James’s heartbeat echoed through the sterile hospital walls, but he was barely there, his body lying lifeless, connected to wires and tubes that were keeping him breathing. I stood at the foot of the bed, my wedding gown now crumpled and stained, looking so out of place in this cold, white room. I felt frozen, my hands clenched tightly in front of me. The weight of everything that had happened pressed down on me so heavily I could hardly breathe.James was alive, but just barely. The doctors had said it was touch-and-go. The blow to his head had caused a severe concussion, and his body wasn’t responding the way it should. Every breath he took sounded like it was borrowed time.I should have been relieved. Relieved that he was still here, still breathing. But all I felt was guilt. Guilt that he was lying there because of me. Because of my choice to move on with my life.“It’s your fault,” a sha
Lyra’s POVThe cold, sterile scent of the hospital hung in the air as I stood at the edge of James’s bed, my fingers trembling slightly. My heart was pounding against my ribs, but I tried to stay calm. I had to stay calm. Alice’s words still echoed in my mind like a bitter slap, but I couldn't let them consume me. Not now. Not when everything felt so fragile.I was lost in my thoughts when the door creaked open, and a doctor in a white coat walked in. The tension in the room grew thicker as both Alice and I turned to face him.“Doctor,” I blurted out before Alice could say anything, stepping forward. My voice was desperate, even though I tried to keep it steady. “Please… is James going to be okay? Tell me he’s going to wake up. He *has* to wake up.”The doctor gave me a somber look, and my stomach dropped. His face was unreadable, yet the disappointment in his eyes told me that whatever he was about to say wasn’t going to be good.“I understand your concern,” the doctor began, looking
Lyra's POVI stood there frozen as Alice’s words echoed in my mind, each one cutting deeper than the last. The air in the hospital room felt suffocating, thick with tension and fear. I could barely breathe, and my thoughts were spinning in a whirlwind of guilt, confusion, and sorrow. James lay there, still as stone, while the machines beeped rhythmically, a cruel reminder that his life now hung by a thread.I glanced at James one last time, feeling a pang of regret that burned deep inside. But before I could say anything, Alice stormed back into the room, her eyes flashing with anger, her voice cold and unyielding."You," she snarled, pointing a trembling finger at me. "Get out. I don’t ever want to see you near my brother again."I blinked in shock, taking a step back. "Alice, I""Leave!" she screamed, her voice filled with fury. "You’ve done enough damage, Lyra. My brother is in this state because of you. If you have any shred of decency left, you’ll leave this hospital and never co
Lyra’s POV“No, Kurtis, I’m not leaving. I can’t,” I said, my voice firm even as my heart twisted in knots. The sterile hospital hallway felt suffocating, the fluorescent lights harsh against the anxiety gnawing at me. I couldn’t focus on anything except James, lying unconscious in that bed. The man who had once been a huge part of my life was now on the brink of death, and I couldn’t just walk away.Kurtis turned to me, his eyes narrowing as frustration and jealousy flickered across his face. “What do you mean, you “can’t” leave?” His voice was low, tight, like he was trying to keep his anger from spilling over. He took a step closer, towering over me, his presence both comforting and intimidating. “You’re staying here… for “him”?”His words were a dagger, sharp and cutting. I flinched, but I didn’t back down. “James is my friend,” I said softly, though my heart was pounding now. “I can’t just walk away when he’s lying there, fighting for his life. I need to know he’s going to be oka
Lyra’s POVI stood frozen, watching Kurtis walk away, each step he took like a knife to my heart. My legs felt like lead; I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. The sound of his footsteps echoing down the hallway grew fainter, and with it, my hope crumbled. Tears welled up in my eyes, spilling over as I collapsed onto the cold, hard hospital bench.My body trembled with sobs, my breath catching in my throat as the weight of everything crashed down on me. I tried to wipe the tears away, but they kept coming, unstoppable like a storm that had been building for far too long. Why was everything falling apart?I stared at the ring on my finger, the small, delicate band that Kurtis had given me, a promise of forever. It sparkled under the hospital’s harsh lights, mocking me with memories of the life we had started to build. I remember the night he gave it to me, how we’d laughed, tangled in each other’s arms, so full of love and hope for the future. Now, it all seemed like a distant dream.Jame
Lyra's POVI sat in the cold, sterile hospital reception, twisting my hands together anxiously. The events of the day replayed in my mind like a broken record, each moment more surreal than the last. My wedding was supposed to be happening right now, but instead, I was here, waiting to see the man who almost died trying to stop it.The nurse's words echoed in my head: “James is awake. He’s asking for you." I knew this would be difficult, but deep down, I also knew it was something I couldn’t avoid. Not anymore. We had to face this head-on.I sighed deeply as the doctor appeared, motioning for me to follow. My feet felt heavy, each step toward his room weighed down by memories of a time I thought would never end. But it did. And now I had to make him understand that.As we reached the door to James’s hospital room, Alice, his mother, was there. She stood like a gatekeeper, her posture stiff and her face pinched with anger. The moment her eyes landed on me, they hardened."You’ve got so
As I sat on the cold couch in Kurtis Office, tears streamed down my face, blurring everything around me. My heart felt as though it was shattering into a thousand pieces, and I could barely breathe through the sobs that racked my body. How had it come to this? Kurtis had just walked away from me, and the door slammed behind him like the final nail in the coffin of what we had shared.I replayed the conversation in my mind, over and over, trying to make sense of how it had gone so wrong."Kurtis, I love you. I love you unconditionally," I had pleaded, my voice breaking with emotion.But he didn’t believe me. His words echoed in my mind, haunting me. "If you love me unconditionally, then why are you still so hung up on James? Why are you prioritizing him over our relationship?""I’m not prioritizing James," I had insisted. "He was my friend before anything else. And just because I’m checking on him now doesn’t mean I still have feelings for him. He almost died, Kurtis. I was only at the
Lyra’s POVI couldn’t stop shaking, even as I wiped the tears from my face. My heart still raced, and my mind wouldn’t stop playing Kurtis’s words over and over. How did we even get here? Just days ago, everything seemed so perfect, so solid. Now it felt like the ground beneath me was crumbling.I had to do something. I couldn’t lose him, not like this. Not to a stupid misunderstanding. I grabbed my phone, scrolling through our messages, scanning all the sweet words we used to say to each other. “Baby girl,” “my love,” “forever mine.” My chest tightened. I wasn’t ready to let go of what we had. I couldn’t. I found his number and pressed call, my hands trembling so badly I almost dropped the phone.It rang once. Twice. Then his deep voice answered, colder than I’d ever heard before. “What do you want, Lyra?”The coldness in his tone knocked the breath out of me. This was the same man who used to call me his everything, who held me like I was his entire world. Now, it was as if I was n