Third Person POV
“What is this storm inside me, this confusion that clouds my every thought? I can’t even name the emotion that has taken hold, only that it’s both foreign and overwhelming.”
He stood in the shadows, his gaze fixed on the hospital entrance. The night was thick with the promise of rain, the air heavy and cold. He wasn’t sure what he was doing there, staring at the door, hoping to see her again, when he had just attended her burial ceremony. Maybe it was guilt or just a habit. Either way, he found himself standing in the quiet of the hospital parking lot, lost in thought and fuming with barely contained anger - at her, himself and every other d*mn person she had left him for.
His knuckles tightened into fists, his gaze hardening as he recalled how empty and impersonal her
