AIDEN'S POVIt isn’t quiet here. It’s dark, but the dark has texture, like smoke curling through a locked room.There’s a hiss first, a long soft inhale, then a steady beep, tick, tick, tick – like a metronome.And under it, a voice I know even when it’s breaking.Charlotte.“Wake up… you don’t get to break that promise now.”The words slide under my skin. They anchor me, pull me away from the crash. My tongue won’t move, my chest won’t rise the way it should. It’s like being buried under ice with my eyes open.I try to reach for her voice.Charlotte. I can hear you. I’m here.Nothing comes out. The machine keeps beeping. The smell of antiseptic wraps around me.Another voice drifts in, older, steadier. It was my mother. She’s praying. She always prayed when she was scared. I used to listen outside her door as a boy, pretending I wasn’t afraid too. The sound of her whispering pulls me deeper into memory: her hand on my forehead when I had fevers, the scent of lavender oil, the tremor
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