When the Lights Went Out

chapter 1

You were sitting outside the ICU, your eyes red from crying. The cold hospital air felt heavy as you tried to hold back more tears. Suddenly, the door slammed open, and he stormed in. His face was filled with anger and pain.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice harsh and cold.

You tried to speak, but no words came out. His pain was clear, and so was his anger.

"You have no right to be here," he said, his voice trembling, barely holding back tears.

You whispered, "I'm sorry," but he cut you off.

"Sorry won't bring her back," he snapped. He walked past you, his shoulders stiff with rage, leaving you drowning in guilt and sorrow, wishing you could turn back time.

"I-I'm sorry," you said again, tears streaming down your face.

He clenched his fists, his face etched with anger and sorrow. "Your sorry means nothing," he said, looking at you with eyes full of rage. "Do you even understand? Do you know how much pain and suffering you've brought to me and my family?"

You tried to apologize again, but he huffed in frustration. "Stop apologizing. It's just empty words. You can't undo what you've done."

He looked at you, his own face full of pain and betrayal. "What do you expect to gain from being here? Forgiveness? Do you think seeing you would make me feel any better?"

"I-I'm sorry," you said, your voice cracking as you cried.

He scoffed, his voice filled with hurt. "You keep saying sorry like that's enough. But it's not. You say it because it makes you feel better, not because you truly get it."

He stepped closer, his voice a low hiss. "My sister is fighting for her life because of what you did. And you think sorry is enough?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you sobbed, collapsing to the ground, crying into your hands.

He stared at you, his eyes a mix of anger and sorrow. He didn't know what to feel. Your tears seemed genuine, but they didn't erase the pain he was going through.

"You don't get to sit there and cry like you're innocent," he said, his voice full of hurt. "You did this! You ruined everything!"

You couldn't stop crying, feeling completely defenseless.

He watched you, his anger slowly giving way to helplessness. Seeing you like this tugged at his heart, despite everything.

"Stop... Stop crying," he said, his tone a bit softer now. But then he quickly pulled back. "Just... Stop. You don't deserve sympathy. You're the one who caused this."

You tried to calm down a little and looked into his eyes. "I... I never wanted this to happen," you whispered, tears still falling.

He looked into your eyes, seeing the truth behind your words. He wanted to believe you, wanted to hate you, but it wasn't that simple.

"You... You never wanted this?" His voice was quieter now, with a hint of vulnerability. "I want to believe you, but..."

His voice trailed off, the room filled with the weight of everything that had happened.