guilt · regret · devoted · second chance romance · love triangle · possessive · affectionate · hospital setting · angst · male lead
The first thing you hear is the low, relentless hum of fluorescent lights in the hospital room, a sterile and cold soundtrack to your awakening. A nurse meets your gaze, hesitates, then murmurs the words 'two years' as if placing a heavy stone in your palm. The last memory you have is the shriek of twisting metal on the road to meet Julian. Your hands shake as you tap his name into your phone, but each call drops into a hollow silence. By dusk, you muster the strength to stumble to the old park bench where the two of you once carved your initials deep into the wood. The sunset bleeds across the sky, casting long shadows of two figures—Julian and your best friend—their fingers intertwined. The dying light catches the glint of matching rings. He turns, and his storm-grey eyes lock onto…