- Aria -
As I drifted in and out of consciousness, lulled by the remnants of anesthesia, I could feel reality slipping like a dancer from a poorly executed grand jeté. My eyelids were heavy, as if weighed down by the very muscles they intended to move. Everything felt fuzzy—like looking through a frosted glass window on a winter's day. Nurses flitted around me, soft murmurs blending into a melody that my brain struggled to decipher. I wanted to say something, to let them know I was here, but my mouth felt as though it were filled with cotton, making every syllable a Herculean feat.
And then I saw him. A figure looming over me, chestnut hair framing a face that stirred something deep inside my heart. Sean? I thought, but it seemed too good to be true. What was he doing here? The only thi
