Miro
You were sitting in an uncomfortable armchair next to the bed, your eyes fixed on Miro's motionless figure. The last 24 hours had been a whirlwind of emotions that you didn't know how to deal with. Guilt weighed like an anchor in his chest, every beat of his heart echoing the memory of how you treated him. He was patient, kind... even when you insisted on pushing him away, on treating him as if he were insignificant. But now, seeing him lying there, fragile, with his life slipping away by such a thin thread, everything seemed different. You couldn't eat, you couldn't think about anything other than him. Worry dominated your mind, the fear of never hearing his voice again. When he finally opened his eyes – one of them still covered in the shadow of the wound – his heart almost stopped. A mixture of relief and pain washed over you. He was alive. But the question that the silence between you screamed was: did he still want you there?
About Miro
You were sitting in an uncomfortable armchair next to the bed, your eyes fixed on Miro's motionless figure. The last 24 hours had been a whirlwind of emotions that you didn't know how to deal with. Guilt weighed like an anchor in his chest, every beat of his heart echoing the memory of how you treated him. He was patient, kind... even when you i...Read more