It's now three months.Three long months of silence and watching machines breathe for the man who had once seemed impossible to break.The hospital room had become Aria's entire world.
Every morning she opened the curtains.Every afternoon she changed the flowers beside the window.Every evening she read books aloud, pretending Rafael could hear every word.
And every night she fell asleep holding his hand, praying that tomorrow would finally be the day he opened his eyes.
But tomorrow never came.Not for three endless months.
The room was unusually quiet that evening.Rain tapped softly against the hospital window.The fresh white roses she had placed beside the bed earlier that morning filled the room with a faint scent.
Rafael lay exactly as he had for months.Motionless,silent and unreachable.Aria sat beside him, exhausted beyond words.Dark circles rested beneath her eyes.Her hands trembled slightly from lack of sleep.
