Love Beyond Worlds

Curse Twenty-Two: Awakening Hearts

Violet lay on the hospital bed, her eyes fluttering open slowly as awareness returned to her.

Shoko stood by her side, a comforting presence, as she gently brushed a strand of hair from Violet's forehead.

"Shoko?" Violet murmured, her voice hoarse from disuse. "What... what happened?"

Shoko smiled warmly, relief flooding her features. "You're awake," she said softly, her hand reaching out to grasp Violet's. "You've been in a coma for five months, Violet."

Violet's eyes widened in shock, her mind struggling to process the magnitude of those lost months. "Five... months?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

Shoko nodded gently. "Yes," she affirmed. "But you're awake now, and that's what matters."

As Violet tried to absorb this information, a flurry of emotions swirled within her—confusion, disbelief, and a deep-seated fear of what she might have missed. But amidst it all, she felt a profound sense of gratitude for being alive and for the people who had cared for her during her unconscious state.

Meanwhile, Gojo's phone pressed to his ear as he listened intently to Shoko's urgent voice on the line. Her words cut through, carrying a weight that made his heart skip a beat.

"Gojo," Shoko's voice echoed through the phone, her usually composed tone edged with urgency, "Violet's awake."

The world seemed to still for a moment around Gojo as he absorbed the news. Violet, awake after five months of uncertainty and worry. The relief that flooded him was almost overwhelming, a rush of emotions he hadn't allowed himself to fully feel until now.

"I'll be there," Gojo replied quickly, his voice steady despite the rush of adrenaline coursing through him. He hung up without waiting for Shoko's response, his mind already racing through the logistics of getting to Violet's side.

Violet was awake. The mere thought lifted a weight from his shoulders that he hadn't realized was there, replaced by a renewed determination to see her and ensure she was truly alright.

Within minutes, Gojo appeared at the doorway, his presence commanding yet tinged with a vulnerability he rarely showed. His eyes immediately sought out Violet, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her awake and looking at him with a mixture of relief and disbelief.

Violet blinked, trying to adjust her eyes. Satoru Gojo is at the door, looking somehow even more handsome than she remembered, though there was a weariness etched into his features that hadn't been there before.

"Gojo," Violet breathed, a mix of joy and confusion flooding her as she took in his presence. "You're here."

Gojo's face broke into a relieved smile as he crossed the room in long strides, his usual grace tempered by an uncharacteristic urgency. "Violet," he murmured, his voice tinged with relief and something deeper. "You're awake."

Violet managed a small smile, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Yeah," she replied softly, her voice still raspy. "I... I woke up."

Gojo reached out, gently taking her hand in his, his touch conveying a depth of emotion that words could not fully express. "I'm so glad you're okay," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Violet gazed up at Gojo, her heart swelling with a mix of emotions she couldn't quite articulate. His hand was warm around hers, a lifeline tethering her to the present moment after what felt like an eternity lost in darkness.

The sight of Violet awake and looking at him with such vulnerability and strength brought a rush of emotions to Gojo—gratitude, relief, and a fierce protectiveness that had only grown during her absence.