Elsa
Everything felt like a foggy dream at first, as if I was drifting between worlds. Slowly, though, the haze began to lift. My surroundings started to take shape, and with it, a wave of memories came crashing down.
It all came back to me in an instant—what had happened, how it had happened—and a new question bloomed in my mind: Why was Lucas so afraid?
I turned my head, though even that small motion felt heavy, as though my body wasn’t fully my own. There they were—Lucas and Adam—sitting in chairs by the bed.
The sight of them, especially Adam, filled me with a rush of relief so overwhelming that tears threatened to spill from my eyes. Adam.
My Adam. I wanted nothing more than to leap into his arms, to feel his warmth and know everything was okay. But the moment I tried to move,
