Semua Bab The Wild Virgin (HER POV) : Bab 91 - Bab 92

I remembered only fragments of the past few days, blurred pieces of moments that no longer aligned properly, as if time itself had been shaken hard and left in a scattered mess across my memory. Everything felt smudged around the edges, like a photograph that had been handled by too many hands. All I truly remembered with any painful clarity was the hospital, the endless white halls that seemed to stretch into forever, the sharp sting of antiseptic clinging stubbornly to my clothes, the quiet mechanical hum that seemed to pulse with every room I entered, and the ache, deep, settled, constant, lodged in the center of my chest. It throbbed like a second heartbeat. A broken one.“I want to stay with her…” The sound of my own voice startled me. It didn’t sound like mine anymore. It was hoarse, brittle, scraped raw from hours, no, days of crying, begging, pleading until my throat felt carved from sandpaper.The foreign doctor facing me wore a kind expression, but it was a rehearsed kindn