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Becky gently released Sofia, took a deep breath, and then smiled helplessly. "I need to step out for a smoke to clear my head; this is all just too heavy." Her voice carried a hint of fatigue and helplessness, as if the weight of the situation had left her breathless.
Sofia nodded, understanding her feelings at that moment. She smiled faintly and waved goodbye to Becky. "Go ahead, don't wear yourself out."
Becky lightly patted her arm before turning to walk down the corridor, her steps appearing somewhat heavy. Sofia watched her figure disappear at the end of the hallway, then took a deep breath, her gaze returning to the hospital room door in front of her.
Standing before the door, Sofia felt a surge of intense pressure in her chest, as if the truth hidden behind it was something she could not face. Her palm gently touched the doorknob, feeling the cold metal transmit a chill to her fingertips. This wasn't her first time here, but each time she pushed open that door, fear and helplessness still filled her heart.
"Deep breath, stay calm..." Sofia silently told herself as she gathered her courage and slowly pushed open the door to the room.
The door creaked as it opened, revealing the scene inside gradually. Her gaze immediately fell upon a familiar silhouette—the one she had seen countless times at home and relied upon.
Ethan sat on the hospital bed with his back to the door, his shoulders slightly slumped, looking utterly lonely. His head was wrapped in messy bandages that covered his entire face and head, leaving only a few disheveled strands of hair visible. The bandages seemed haphazardly applied, lacking any order. The once upright and rational Ethan now wore a loose teal hospital gown that made him appear even more frail, like a figure forgotten by the world.
The window in the room was open, and outside, the sky was overcast with no sunlight breaking through the clouds. The view outside complemented Ethan's state perfectly; the entire room was shrouded in a silent oppression. Ethan sat there quietly, staring blankly at the sky outside as if the world beyond had nothing to do with him.
A sharp pain pierced Sofia's heart as she looked at Ethan's back; it evoked an indescribable sense of loss and sorrow within her. This was someone she knew so well, yet he now felt so foreign, as if consumed by invisible fears and pain.
"Ethan..." Sofia softly called out, but her voice seemed so weak in that silence, as if it might dissipate into thin air at any moment.
Sofia took a seat in a corner of the room, her gaze never leaving Ethan's back. The figure she once knew intimately now appeared so alien, as if separated by mountains and rivers. Her heart was wrapped in layers of uncontrollable pain; it crashed over her fragile spirit like relentless waves, nearly suffocating her.
Ethan's movements remained stiff, like an abandoned puppet. He occasionally touched his face with his hands, but that unconscious action only deepened Sofia's heartache. It seemed he was searching for some kind of answer without even knowing what the question was. Each movement he made, each slight touch felt like a knife silently piercing Sofia's heart, bringing unbearable anguish.
She looked at him as if she were gazing upon a lost soul—the Ethan she had loved, the one she knew so well, was no longer the person standing before her. The past Ethan was so resolute and calm; whether facing the pain of patients or the challenges of daily life, he always responded with rationality and professionalism. But now, the silhouette he cast revealed endless fragility and confusion, like a child who had lost their way, completely trapped in a nightmare of his own making.
Sofia's vision began to blur, tears welling in her eyes before finally spilling over. She felt a weight of unexpressed emotion pressing down on her chest, a pain that felt like a massive stone crushing her heart, making it hard to breathe. She wanted to call out Ethan's name, to bring him back to reality, but she knew that no matter what she did, she could not rescue him from this dark abyss.
Was Ethan dead? The thought resurfaced in her mind, causing her heart to constrict sharply. Physically, Ethan was still alive; he could breathe and move, but what about his former soul? The Ethan that belonged to her, the one she knew so intimately, seemed to have vanished into an endless darkness. She felt as if she had lost him—not just physically, but mentally as well. Though he sat on the hospital bed, it was as if he had long departed from this world, far away from her.
This pain was indescribable; it lay buried deep within Sofia's heart like an endless pit that no amount of struggle could fill. Every time she saw Ethan in this state, she felt a part of herself fading away too. Her love, her hope, her dreams—all seemed to be dragged into the abyss along with Ethan's decline.
Sofia's fingers gripped the edge of the chair tightly, her knuckles turning white from the strain. Her body trembled involuntarily as tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking into her clothing. She tried desperately to control her emotions, but each deep breath only intensified her suffering. The pressure in her chest grew heavier, as if an invisible force were about to crush her heart.
She attempted to find a sliver of calm within herself, but when she looked again at Ethan's lifeless back, that sense of helplessness surged anew. Sofia understood that no matter how hard she tried, Ethan would never be the person he once was. It was as if he were trapped in a world she could not enter while she—his wife—could only stand by helplessly and watch him fade away bit by bit.
This sense of powerlessness and despair tore at Sofia's heart. She had wished countless times that she could do something to change it all. But the truth was that no matter how hard she fought against it, this nightmare continued unabated—an endless darkness that completely consumed Ethan.
What had happened? Why had it come to this? She asked herself again and again in silence but received no answers. She wanted to understand the source of Ethan's pain; she wanted to comprehend where this darkness that devoured his soul came from. Yet deep down inside, she understood that perhaps the root of it all would never be truly clear because that darkness was so distant and unfathomable.
Sofia's body began to convulse uncontrollably as tears flowed like a flood breaking through a dam. She felt herself drowning in despair; no matter how hard she tried, there was no escape. All she could do was sit quietly there, with blurred vision watching the man she once loved, filled with indescribable pain and helplessness.
This suffering felt like an endless abyss slowly consuming her heart piece by piece. Sofia trembled as waves of despair crashed over her; she sensed herself being gradually swallowed by this unending nightmare. And Ethan—the man she had loved—was no longer by her side.
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