Close.
Always close.
“Hey.”
Soft now.
Not sharp like before.
Different.
Better.
“You’re still with me.”
Yeah.
Still here.
Not going anywhere.
Not yet.
I try to open my eyes.
This time—
They cooperate.
A little.
Light hits hard.
Too bright.
Too much.
But I force it.
Because I want to see—
Her.
Blurred at first.
Then—
Clearer.
Hannah.
Standing over me.
Bruised.
Tired.
Still here.
