*Darren*
That night, I sank into a dream I hadn’t touched in years. It was like drifting backward through time, straight to that night, the one where my stomach twisted with that sharp, familiar pain. Charline had been there. Her touch graced my cheek, and her eyes filled with a gentle worry I hadn’t deserved.
“Just rest, Darren,” she whispered, her voice so close like she was right there beside me. “You’re always pushing yourself too far.” Her fingers brushed back a lock of hair as she pressed the back of her hand against my forehead.
“Charline,” I managed, my voice weaker than I wanted it to be. I hated that she could see me like this, vulnerable and worn down. I tried to push her hand away, muttering, “I’m fine. You don’t have to… stay.”
She just smiled, that patient, gentle smile of hers, and shook her head. “Yes, I do.” She hummed. “You’ve got this bad habit of thinking you’re invincible, but everyone needs someone sometimes. Even you.”