Not love.
Not yet.
But something just as powerful.
A tear slips free before I can stop it.
I don’t wipe it away.
I don’t move.
“You don’t get to leave me,” I say softly.
Not angry.
Not sharp.
Just…
honest.
Jase(semi-conscious)
Dark.
Heat.
Noise somewhere far away.
But then—
her voice.
Soft.
Close.
Real.
“I stayed…”
The words reach through the haze.
Anchor.
Pull.
Fight.
My fingers twitch slightly.
Just enough to feel her.
Just enough to—
hold on.
Mila
