Frozen Love
Tears spilled from Starla’s eyes, soaking into the thin fabric of her hospital gown, leaving deep, dark stains.
Her fingers traced his features, as if she were afraid he was just another illusion—another cruel side effect of cryogenic sleep.
“I never thought… you would be here too.”
“It doesn’t matter now.” Xavier kissed away her tears. “From now on, I’m staying by your side.”
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the recovery center, the aurora danced across the Arctic sky.
Xavier gently pushed Starla’s wheelchair as she traced frost patterns on the glass with her fingertips.