After sorting out her mind and heart, Lunara was now back at the hospital. For the whole week, she had tried her best to figure out what was best for her—what she wanted, what she should do—and in the end, both her heart and mind pointed to the same thing.
Taking a deep breath, she stood in front of Eryx's hospital room after a week of leaving him.
But the moment he opened the door, the room was empty.
Her breath caught. The bed was made. No sign of him. No machines. No warmth. Just cold, sterile silence.
Panic hit her like a wave.
'No. No, no, no—what happened? Where is he?'
She spun around and bolted into the hallway, her heart thudding in her ears as she scanned the corridor desperately.
And then—she froze.
At the far end of the hallway, standing beneath the soft hospital lights, was a man in plain clothes. His posture relaxed, hands in his pockets, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Eryx.
Her heart stilled. Then raced.
