The villa was silent, a heavy, oppressive silence that seemed to press down on my chest like a weight. The 48-hour timeline had come and gone, and Lorenzo still hadn’t woken up. The doctor’s words echoed in my mind, a grim reminder of how fragile his condition was. "If he doesn’t wake up within that time… there’s not much more we can do."
I sat by his bedside, my hands clutching his, my eyes fixed on his pale, still face. The heart monitor beeped steadily, a small comfort in the suffocating quiet. I had barely slept, barely eaten, my entire world narrowed to this room, to him.
"You have to wake up," I whispered, my voice breaking. "You can’t leave me like this. Not after everything we’ve been through. Not after you promised me…"
Memories flooded my mind, unbidden and vivid, as if the pa
