*VINCENZO*
I felt like I was being pulled through hell itself, the type of hell that grips your throat and squeezes the breath from your lungs. But here I was, alive. Alive and sitting in the dim light of my sparsely decorated hospital room, where the shadows danced like fleeting memories of a life I once knew. The aroma of chicken soup wafted through the air, mixing with the harsh scent of antiseptic. Everything felt surreal, like the whole world was watching through a translucent veil. And yet, amidst the chaos, there was Adeline. My anchor. My light.
"Here," she said softly, lifting a spoonful of broth to my lips. Her hands were steady, her movements careful, as if she were afraid of breaking something delicate. I could see the worry etched on her face, but in this battlefield of emot
