Scarred by Love, Healed by Fate
"Lyra, let's go get our marriage license. We'll have the wedding party tomorrow."
She pushed him off, calm but firm. "I'm not marrying you. You'll just break my heart. I'm wishing to never see you again."
Joel froze, his whole body trembling. He grabbed her hand, eyes red. "I won't hurt you. I've changed..."
He reached for her, but she stepped back, flashed a cold, mocking smile—and vanished like smoke.
Joel crumpled, sobbing like he'd never sobbed before.
When he finally opened his eyes, the sting of disinfectant hit hard.