Evelin's POV
I felt trapped in an endless haze, floating somewhere between sleep and consciousness.
Voices drifted around me constantly, people speaking words that slipped away before I could grasp their meaning.
No matter how desperately I tried to focus, every syllable dissolved into nothing.
Footsteps echoed nearby.
'Another visitor?' I wondered dimly.
I fought to lift my heavy eyelids, but they might as well have been made of lead.
"I'm sorry. This is all my fault." That voice cut through the fog with startling clarity—Jimmy's voice.
"You wouldn't be lying here broken if it weren't for me. Maybe we were cursed from the start. Maybe I'm meant to end up alone," he said, his words heavy with pain as he stared down at my motionless form.
I must have looked ghostly pale and frighteningly delicate, probably reminding him of that terrible day I'd been shot in Thornvale.
