Rayan didn't answer immediately. He just wiped his tears roughly with the back of his hand and stood up.
His voice was hoarse when he said, "Yeah… I'll see her."
His steps were slow as he walked to the room. With every step, his face became colder. More unreadable.
When he opened the door, he saw Lia lying in bed, pale and weak. Her eyes widened when she saw him.
"…Ray…" she whispered.
He didn't reply.
He just stood there at the edge of the room, looking at her. She looked small, fragile… and guilty.
He didn't walk forward. He didn't hold her hand.
After a long silence, he said quietly, "It's over, Lia."
Lia's lips trembled. "Ray… please don't leave me. I was scared… I was lonely…"
Rayan looked away.
His heart was bleeding.
"Lia… tell me the truth." He turned fully to face her, stopping at the foot of the hospital bed where she lay—pale and bruised.
