In the chaos, the blade cut his leg. Blood soaked through his trousers, but he held me tight, his voice trembling yet unwavering.
“Don’t be scared. I’m here.”
Ever since, he carried that scar on his leg.
Every time I touched it, he’d smile and say, “From now on, matter what happens, I’ll always come running to you without any hesitation.”
“For you, even if it costs my life, it’s worth it,” he added.
The warmth of that memory lingered on my fingertips as I woke to the cold hospital ceiling above me.
A second later, pain spread through my body like shattered bones.
Those promises from the dream felt like they belonged to another lifetime.
I reached for my phone on the nightstand. The moment the screen lit open, notifications flooded in.
[#ErvingPollockRisksLifeToProtectAnyaHeffernan]
[#MandyEisenmanTheNudePortraitMuseInjuredAndIgnored]
I opened the trending page, only to find cruel comments.
[No one saved her even after she got hit. Poor woman, that’s just tragic.]
[Wasn’t that nude painting just for attention? Now, is she faking getting injured for publicity?]
[Erving clearly doesn’t care about her. He only remembered she exists after saving Anya? Damn.]