EVAN
Our story unraveled before it could truly begin, all because of that forbidden picture. Despite my attempts to shield Emerson from the truth, storms of misunderstanding and accusation still erupted.I can't watch her leave so my tears came to blur.I had rushed after her, only to tumble down the stairs, my memories fading into a haze of confusion. Those eyes which feels like home today I saw doubt in them.
When consciousness returned, I found myself in a hospital bed, staring at a pale green ceiling. The nurse's soothing voice reached my ears, And I realized my situation. I couldn't discern any sound, but a relentless voice in my head whispered, 'You killed her! You killed her!' The shadows of guilt and ambiguity cast a long pall over what should have been a budding connection The unraveling of every layer revealed painful truth - sometimes, the storms within us are more destructive than those outside.