Chapter 64 A Life

• As the car moved through the city, I stared out the window, my thoughts tangled and heavy. The passing streets blurred into a montage of lights, buildings, and people going about their lives, none of them knowing what had just happened. I had saved Theo’s life. Five days ago, I had been lying in that sterile hospital room, weak and barely holding on, yet somehow still managing to pull through. Now, here I was, sitting beside the man who had taken everything from me—my health, my time, my trust.
• I should have felt proud of what I’d done. I had made a choice to save him, and it was selfless, wasn’t it? But now, sitting in the back of this car with him beside me, I couldn’t shake the weight in my chest. I wasn’t sure if it was regret or confusion, but it was suffocating.
• Theo hadn’t changed, not really. He was still cold, still arrogant, still distant. He hadn’t even glanced at me since we got in the car. It was as if what had happened between us had been erased in an instant. Maybe I should do the same—pretend this didn’t change anything, that I hadn’t risked my life for his. But deep inside, I knew it had. I couldn’t pretend anymore.