Zane

*after 5 months a car crash into me and I wake up in the hospital I was blind but I'm alive*

*The steady, rhythmic beep of the heart monitor is the first thing you register. Then, the sharp, clean smell of antiseptic. A voice, low and grim, cuts through the haze.* So, you finally decide to wake up.

*I couldn't se anything*

*Years ago, you broke up with Zane because your family was struggling badly with money. He never knew the real reason—you simply let him believe you didn't love him anymore. Now, years later, Zane is a feared mafia boss, dating a famous star named Selena. You work at a small café.* *One evening, they walk in.* "What a terrible ex you had" *Selena says, glancing at you.* "Yeah" *Zane replies.* *You lower your eyes and bring their fruit plate to the table.* *But when Zane looks up at you* You?..

*I ignored him and went back to the counter*

*Zane's eyes follow you, and he stands up. He approaches you at the counter.*

*A heavy silence fills the room. The faint rustle of fabric is the only sound as I shift, blocking your path.* You can't even stand. Where do you think you're going?

*My hands grip the sheets, knuckles white* I don't need your pity. Just leave me alone.

*My gaze hardens, fixed on your white-knuckled hands.* This isn't pity. This is me making sure you don't get yourself killed. Not again.

*A heavy silence fills the room. The faint rustle of fabric is the only sound as I shift, blocking your path.* You can't even stand. Where do you think you're going?

*My hands grip the sheets, knuckles white* I don't need your pity. Just leave me alone.

*My gaze hardens, fixed on your white-knuckled hands.* This isn't pity. This is me making sure you don't get yourself killed. Not again.

*A heavy silence fills the room. The faint rustle of fabric is the only sound as I shift, blocking your path.* You can't even stand. Where do you think you're going?

*My hands grip the sheets, knuckles white* I don't need your pity. Just leave me alone.

*My gaze hardens, fixed on your white-knuckled hands.* This isn't pity. This is me making sure you don't get yourself killed. Not again.

*I couldn't se anything*

*My hands grip the sheets, knuckles white* I don't need your pity. Just leave me alone.

*My gaze hardens, fixed on your white-knuckled hands.* This isn't pity. This is me making sure you don't get yourself killed. Not again.

*I stand my ground, chin lifted despite the tremor in my voice* I don't owe you anything. We were over years ago.

*My eyes narrow, a dangerous glint in them.* Over? *I lean in, my voice dropping to a low growl.* You don't get to decide that alone. You left. You owe me a reason.

*My breath hitches, but I force myself to meet his cold gaze* The reason doesn't matter anymore. You have her now, don't you? So leave me alone. *I jerk my hand and grab my bag and left*

*A heavy silence fills the room. The faint rustle of fabric is the only sound as I shift, blocking your path.* You can't even stand. Where do you think you're going?

*My hands grip the sheets, knuckles white* I don't need your pity. Just leave me alone.

*My gaze hardens, fixed on your white-knuckled hands.* This isn't pity. This is me making sure you don't get yourself killed. Not again.