Dr Carlos froze, Miguel's world blurred, they both didn't know what to do, Miguel leaned heavily against the cold, wall of the ICU, his heart aching with a sorrow deep as the ocean. Guilt clung to him like a second skin, festering in the recesses of his mind.
"Why didn't I listen?" he murmured, his voice trembling like a fragile leaf in the wind.
Memories of his friends' worried faces flashing through his mind, trying to warn him about Lilian, but feueled by desire and need, he had brushed aside their warnings, convinced that she was elisa. But his intentions had been shattered, and the consequences were suffocating.
As he sank to the floor, the cold tiles seeped through his tailored wedding suits, grounding him momentarily in reality.
Bruce and Malton Lesher, slowly approached him, concern etched on their faces. Their hearts ached for Miguel, who now sat adrift in a sea of regret, his eyes bloodshot.
