SELENE POV
In the sterile confines of the hospital, Freya's arm is tended to, the bullet extracted with an unsettling ease by the adept hands of the surgeons.
She will survive, yet the scar will linger, a haunting reminder of the fateful night that irrevocably altered ourlives.
I clutches her hand tightly, my gaze fixed on Freya's face, as the doctor outlines the path to recovery.
In a shadowed corner, Elijah sits, his knuckles bruised and stained with blood, his head bowed in despair.
The burden of his actions weighs heavily upon him, but I understands that his choices were born from the same fierce love and protectiveness that drove Megan.
We are now intertwined, not merely by blood, but by a shared sorrow and an unquenchable fire.
When the moment arrives to bid farewell, my heart feels as though it is being wrenched from my chest.
The agony is insufferable, a raw, open wound that time will never mend.
Elijah stands beside me, his own sorrow etched deeply into his features.
We were so close to saving them, yet in the end, it has cost Megan her life.
The following days dissolve into a haze of hospital hallways and the chilling grip of grief.
Freya has emerged from the brink, yet she is irrevocably altered, the bullet's mark on her arm a perpetual reminder of the nightmare she has faced.
As the days pass, I observes Freya's color returning, her breathing becoming more rhythmic, and the fear in her eyes slowly dissipating.
It is a small triumph amidst the overwhelming grief, but it is something to hold onto.
The days that follow blur into a cascade of tears and recounting the horror to detectives, of funerals and the daunting task of planning a future that feels hauntingly hollow without Megan.
In the stillness that follows the storm of sorrow, Elijah leaves.
The case against Kayl is undeniably clear.
The evidence stands stark, his own words betraying him, the gun still radiating heat from the chaos.
Life outside continues its relentless march, but for me and Freya, time has come to a standstill since that tragic evening.
Yet, as we stand united, hands clasped tightly but I wish I would've made better choices.
our path is just beginning, a long and arduous journey fraught with trials and heartache.
But as we gaze into each other's eyes, i feel a flicker of hope; together, we can face whatever comes.
For freya, I will seek healing, rediscover life, and learn to love once more.
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