In The Stillness, Love Remains

But Kyra remained silent, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her eyes closed, her face pale.

Stephen's head dropped, his forehead resting on his entwined hands, his body shaking with sobs.

"Please, Kyra. Don't leave me, I can't lose."

Stephen waited till the next morning, his emotions suffocating him. Anger and fear wrestled for dominance as he gazed at her still form. H e could not bear the thought of losing her, and the weight of that possibility crushed him.

Needing escape, he stepped out into the cool morning air, hoping to clear his head. But the fresh air did little to calm his turmoil. His mind raced with worst-case scenarios, and his heart felt heavy with grief.

Returning to the ward, he sat down beside Kyra, his eyes fixed on her face. He didn't speak, just couldn't because his emotions were already chocking him. Instead, he leaned forward and gently her lips, his heart aching with the thought that it might be their last.