[SALVO'S POV]
Ten days.
Ten goddamn days.
Anyone else would've died in there. No food. No water. No light. Just four walls, a locked door, and the sound of your own thoughts eating you alive.
How did he survive?
My hand froze on the doorknob to my own room. I swallowed the lump rising in my throat and pushed the door open slowly.
There he was.On my bed.Pale. Still.
A ghost of a boy—no, a man—who once stood with bright eyes and trembling courage.
Now… Just bones and bruises wrapped in skin too fragile for this world.
"I never wanted this."
The words tumbled out before I could stop them, like a confession to the air. To him.To myself.
I raked my hand through my hair and took a step inside. My boots felt heavy—like they didn't belong in a room with someone this breakable.
Why does my chest feel tight?Why the hell does my heart ache looking at him?
"Mr. Salvo."
The doctor's voice cut through the fog in my head.
I turned.
