“In your arms, I found my hero and my solace.”
Estelle lay on her hospital bed, her hands limp beside her and her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. She didn’t know how long she had been in the room, confined to the hospital bed, but it felt like months. The hum of machines, the sharp smell of antiseptic, and the soft pitter-patter of footsteps outside the shut door, which should have aggravated her headache, had become her only comfort in the suffocating silence.
The room was dark, except for the faint glow of the fluorescent light seeping through the tiny c***k in the closed door. She hadn't bothered to turn on the lights. What was the point? Light had no place in her life anymore - not after what had happened, not after everything she had lost.
Her hand instinctively moved to her a
