The house felt strange.

Adrian noticed it the moment he stepped downstairs.

It wasn't just the decorations. Or the unfamiliar voices drifting through the hallway. Or the soft music playing somewhere in the background.

It was the feeling.

Like the house no longer belonged to the memories that had lived inside it for years.

White flowers covered the living room tables. Ribbons hung along the staircase railing. The dining table was covered with gift boxes wrapped in soft gold paper.

Everything looked beautiful.

But Adrian hated it.

He stood near the staircase, staring at the decorations with a quiet heaviness in his chest.

Today his father was getting married.

Again.

The word still felt wrong in his head.

Married.

As if the past could simply be replaced.

A woman he barely knew would walk into this house tonight and suddenly become part of their lives.

Miriam.

Even thinking her name made something twist uncomfortably inside him.

Adrian shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and walked slowly toward the kitchen. The smell of food filled the air-caterers preparing dishes for the reception later.

People smiled at him as he passed.

"Morning, Adrian."

"You look handsome today."

"You excited for your dad?"

He gave polite nods but didn't answer.

Excited wasn't the word.

He stepped outside through the back door, breathing in the cool morning air. The garden was already being prepared for the ceremony. Rows of chairs lined the grass, facing a small white arch decorated with roses.

Workers moved around adjusting ribbons and flower arrangements.

Everything looked ready.

Too ready.

Adrian leaned against the wooden railing of the porch and stared at the setup.

For a moment, he imagined a different scene.

His mom standing there instead.

Laughing.

Smiling the way she used to.

The thought hit him harder than he expected.

He swallowed and looked away.

"Skipping breakfast?"

Adrian turned.

His father stood behind him.

Edwin looked unusually formal in his dark suit, the jacket hanging loosely over his arm. His hair was neatly combed, and there was a calm expression on his face that Adrian couldn't quite read.

For a second, neither of them spoke.

Then Adrian shrugged.

"Not really hungry."

Edwin stepped onto the porch beside him, following his gaze toward the garden.

"They did a good job with the decorations."

Adrian nodded slightly.

"Yeah."

Silence settled between them.

It wasn't the comfortable kind.

More like the kind where both people were aware of things they hadn't said.

Edwin rested his hands on the railing.

"You woke up early."

"I didn't sleep much."

Edwin gave a small chuckle.

"Big day."

Adrian didn't respond.

After a moment Edwin glanced at him.

"You alright?"

Adrian hesitated.

That question felt too simple.

Too easy.

"Yeah," he said eventually.

Edwin studied him carefully.

"You don't sound convinced."

Adrian shifted his weight.

"I'm fine."

Another pause stretched between them.

The morning sun was beginning to rise higher now, casting soft light across the garden.

Finally Adrian spoke again.

"How long have you been planning this?"

Edwin looked slightly surprised by the question.

"A few months."

"That's it?"

Edwin nodded.

"When you know something is right, you don't need years to decide."

Adrian looked back at the rows of chairs.

"That's fast."

Edwin didn't argue.

"Life moves quickly."

Adrian let out a quiet breath.

"Yeah. I guess it does."

His fingers tapped lightly against the wooden railing.

Then he asked,

"Did you think about waiting longer?"

Edwin turned to him.

"Waiting?"

Adrian shrugged.

"After mom."

The words hung quietly in the air.

Edwin's expression softened slightly.

"It's been three years, Adrian."

Adrian knew that.

Of course he knew that.

He just wasn't sure time worked the same way for everyone.

"Still," he said.

Edwin looked back at the garden.

"Your mother wouldn't have wanted me to stay alone forever."

Adrian didn't answer.

He wasn't sure if that was true.

Or if it was just something people said to make moving on easier.

Edwin spoke again after a moment.

"You like Miriam."

Adrian hesitated.

"She's... nice."

It wasn't a lie.

Miriam had always been kind to him. She never tried to force conversations or act like she already belonged in his life.

But that didn't mean he was ready for this.

Edwin watched him carefully.

"You don't have to pretend with me."

"I'm not pretending."

"You're thinking too much."

Adrian gave a small, humorless laugh.

"Maybe."

A breeze moved through the garden, rustling the ribbons tied to the chairs.

Adrian stared at them for a while before speaking again.

"Does it feel weird to you?"

Edwin raised an eyebrow.

"What does?"

"This."

Adrian gestured toward the decorations, the chairs, the arch.

"The wedding."

Edwin considered the question.

"A little."

Adrian blinked.

That wasn't the answer he expected.

"Really?"

Edwin nodded.

"Life rarely turns out the way we imagine it."

Adrian leaned back against the railing.

"Did you imagine getting married again?"

Edwin smiled faintly.

"No."

Adrian looked down at his shoes.

"Then why do it?"

The question came out quieter than he intended.

Edwin didn't seem offended by it.

Instead, he took a moment before answering.

"Because sometimes life gives you another chance at happiness."

Adrian's chest tightened slightly.

"Even if it changes everything?"

Edwin met his gaze.

"Yes."

Adrian looked away.

The thought made him uneasy.

Not because he wanted his father to be unhappy.

But because it felt like the life he knew was slowly disappearing.

"Is she going to move in right away?" Adrian asked.

Edwin nodded.

"That's usually how marriage works."

Adrian rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah. I figured."

Edwin studied him again.

"You're worried about something."

Adrian shrugged.

"It's just... different."

"Different doesn't always mean bad."

Adrian looked back toward the garden.

"I know."

Edwin placed a hand on his shoulder.

The gesture surprised him slightly.

"You don't have to like everything about this today," Edwin said calmly. "But I hope eventually you'll understand it."

Adrian nodded slowly.

"I'm trying."

Edwin squeezed his shoulder lightly before letting go.

"That's all I ask."

Another voice called from inside the house.

"Edwin! We need you upstairs!"

Edwin sighed softly.

"That's my cue."

Adrian managed a faint smile.

"Groom duties."

"Apparently."

Edwin picked up the suit jacket he had set on the railing.

Before going inside, he paused.

"Adrian."

"Yeah?"

Edwin looked at him for a moment.

"You're still the most important part of my life."

The words caught Adrian off guard.

Edwin continued,

"That doesn't change today."

Adrian felt something in his chest loosen slightly.

He nodded.

"Okay."

Edwin gave him a small smile before heading back into the house.

Adrian remained on the porch, watching the workers finish setting up the wedding chairs.

Soon people would arrive.

Music would start playing.

Miriam would walk down the aisle.

And his father's life would begin a new chapter.

Adrian wasn't sure how he felt about it yet.

But as he stood there in the quiet morning air, he realized something.

Today wasn't just a wedding.

It was the day everything changed.

The ceremony ended with applause.

Soft music floated across the garden as guests stood from their chairs, clapping and smiling while Edwin and Miriam walked down the aisle together. The late afternoon sun bathed the entire garden in warm light, making the white roses and ribbons shimmer gently.

To anyone watching, it was perfect.

Adrian stood near the back of the crowd, hands in the pockets of his black suit pants, watching the scene unfold.

His father looked happy.

Really happy.

Edwin held Miriam's hand firmly as they walked past their guests. Miriam's veil flowed lightly behind her, and her laughter blended with the cheerful voices surrounding them.

People congratulated them.

"Beautiful ceremony!"

"You two look wonderful!"

"Congratulations!"

Adrian forced a small smile when someone glanced his way, but he felt oddly detached from everything happening around him.

He wasn't angry anymore.

Just... unsettled.

The music shifted into something softer as guests slowly moved toward the reception area. Waiters carried trays of drinks, and laughter filled the garden again.

Adrian stepped away from the crowd, moving toward the side of the house where it was quieter.

He needed a moment.

Just a moment to breathe.

"Adrian."

The voice made him stop.

He turned slightly.

Lia stood a few steps away.

For a second, the noise of the wedding seemed to fade into the background.

She wore a simple pale-blue dress that moved lightly with the breeze. Her hair was pulled back loosely, a few strands framing her face. She looked both nervous and relieved at the same time.

Adrian felt something in his chest shift.

"You came," he said.

Lia smiled softly.

"Of course I did."

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then she walked closer.

"How are you holding up?"

Adrian shrugged.

"It wasn't as bad as I thought."

She studied him carefully.

"That's not really an answer."

He let out a small laugh.

"I guess I'm still processing everything."

"That makes sense."

They stood there quietly for a moment, listening to the distant laughter from the reception.

Then another voice cut in.

"Well, isn't this nice."

Adrian's shoulders stiffened instantly.

He didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

Jaden.

Lia's expression shifted slightly when she saw him approaching.

Jaden walked toward them with slow, confident steps, his dark suit jacket hanging loosely over his shoulder.

His eyes were fixed on Adrian.

"Well," he continued, stopping a few feet away. "The groom's son hiding from his own celebration."

Adrian exhaled slowly.

"I'm not hiding."

Jaden raised an eyebrow.

"Looks like it."

Lia glanced between them.

"Jaden..."

But he ignored her.

His attention remained on Adrian.

"Nice speech earlier," Jaden added casually.

"I didn't give a speech."

"Exactly."

The sarcasm was obvious.

Adrian's jaw tightened.

"I didn't realize you were keeping track."

Jaden smirked.

"Oh, I keep track of a lot of things."

The tension in the air thickened.

Lia stepped forward slightly.

"Okay, maybe we should just-"

"Why are you here?" Adrian asked suddenly.

Jaden blinked.

"What?"

"You barely even know my dad."

Jaden shrugged.

"Miriam invited my family."

"Right."

Adrian's voice carried a quiet edge now.

"And you came just to... what? Start something?"

Jaden laughed softly.

"You think everything is about you, don't you?"

Adrian took a step closer.

"You always seem to make it that way."

Lia's stomach tightened.

This wasn't good.

"Guys," she said quickly, "this isn't the place for-"

"Relax," Jaden said, though his eyes never left Adrian. "We're just talking."

Adrian gave a short laugh.

"You don't talk. You provoke."

Jaden's smile faded slightly.

"And you overreact."

Adrian's patience was thinning.

"Then maybe you should stop giving me reasons."

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

The tension between them felt almost physical now.

Lia stepped between them slightly.

"Okay. That's enough."

But Jaden wasn't done.

"You know what I find funny?" he said, looking at Adrian. "You act like you're better than everyone."

Adrian frowned.

"I never said that."

"You don't have to."

Jaden gestured around the garden.

"The big house. The perfect wedding. The fancy guests."

His voice sharpened slightly.

"You've had everything handed to you."

Adrian's eyes darkened.

"You don't know anything about my life."

"I know enough."

"No," Adrian said firmly. "You don't."

The air seemed to tighten again.

Lia's heart started beating faster.

"Guys, seriously-"

"You think you deserve her?" Jaden suddenly asked.

The words landed heavily.

Adrian's expression hardened.

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me."

Jaden's gaze flickered briefly toward Lia before returning to Adrian.

"You act like she's automatically yours."

"I never said that."

"But you think it."

Adrian stepped closer.

"You're imagining things."

Jaden scoffed.

"Am I?"

Lia's voice rose slightly.

"Stop it! Both of you!"

But neither of them listened.

Adrian's voice dropped lower now.

"You're jealous."

Jaden's eyes flashed.

"Of you?"

"Yes."

Jaden laughed once, sharp and humorless.

"You wish."

Adrian shook his head.

"You've been picking fights with me for months."

"Maybe because you deserve it."

"Or maybe because you can't stand losing."

That did it.

Jaden's expression hardened instantly.

"Careful."

Adrian didn't back down.

"Or what?"

For a split second, everything seemed to pause.

Then Jaden swung.

The punch came fast and unexpected.

His fist connected with Adrian's jaw, sending him stumbling backward.

Lia gasped.

"Jaden!"

Adrian recovered quickly, anger flashing across his face as he lunged forward.

"You're dead!"

The two boys collided, grabbing each other as they struggled.

Guests nearby began turning toward the commotion.

"What's happening?"

"Hey-stop!"

Lia rushed forward.

"Stop it!"

Jaden shoved Adrian backward, but Adrian grabbed his shirt and pulled him down with him.

They crashed against a nearby table, glasses clattering to the ground.

"Both of you stop!" Lia shouted desperately.

Adrian threw a punch, hitting Jaden in the shoulder.

Jaden shoved him again.

"Back off!"

Lia tried to wedge herself between them.

"Please just-"

But the fight had already taken over.

Adrian swung again.

Jaden ducked.

And in the chaos-

Adrian's arm struck Lia.

Hard.

The sound was sickening.

Lia's head snapped to the side.

For a split second, no one moved.

Then her body crumpled.

She collapsed to the grass.

Blood began to trickle from her nose.

Adrian froze.

Jaden froze.

"Oh my God..."

Adrian dropped to his knees beside her instantly.

"Lia!"

She didn't respond.

Her eyes were closed.

The blood from her nose slowly spread across her upper lip.

Panic surged through him.

"Lia, wake up."

Jaden crouched beside him, shock written all over his face.

"Lia?"

Still nothing.

Guests began gathering around them now.

"What happened?"

"Call someone!"

Adrian gently touched her shoulder.

"Lia, please..."

His voice trembled.

"Wake up."

She remained completely still.

Jaden's voice cracked slightly.

"She's not waking up."

Adrian felt his chest tighten.

"No, no, no..."

Someone pushed through the crowd.

Edwin.

His father took in the scene instantly.

Lia unconscious on the ground.

Blood.

Adrian kneeling beside her.

The entire garden watching.

Their eyes met.

And the look Edwin gave him-

Was pure disappointment.

Not anger.

Not shouting.

Just deep, crushing disappointment.

It hit Adrian harder than any punch.

"Call an ambulance," Edwin said sharply.

A woman nearby was already dialing.

Adrian looked back at Lia.

"I didn't mean to..."

His voice barely came out.

"I didn't mean to hit her."

Jaden ran a hand through his hair nervously.

"This wasn't supposed to happen."

Guests whispered anxiously around them.

Minutes later, the sound of sirens filled the air.

Paramedics rushed into the garden.

"What happened?"

"She got hit during a fight," someone explained.

They quickly knelt beside Lia, checking her pulse.

"She's breathing," one of them said.

Relief flooded Adrian for half a second.

Then they placed her carefully onto a stretcher.

"We're taking her to the hospital."

Adrian stood abruptly.

"I'm coming."

Jaden nodded quickly.

"Me too."

The paramedics wheeled Lia toward the ambulance.

Adrian followed close behind, his heart pounding with fear and guilt.

As they lifted her inside, he glanced back once.

Edwin still stood in the garden.

Watching him.

That same disappointed look still in his eyes.

Adrian felt the weight of it settle deep in his chest.

Then the ambulance doors slammed shut.

And the sirens wailed as they sped toward the hospital.

Leaving the wedding behind.

And nothing the same anymore.

The ambulance had disappeared around the corner, leaving behind the echo of its siren and the heavy weight of silence. Adrian remained standing in the driveway, hands trembling, chest tight as though it might collapse under the weight of his own guilt. The air felt unreal, sterile somehow, as though the world had paused and only he had been left behind, trapped in the aftermath of what had happened.

He could still see her.

Lia.

The memory of her falling replayed in his mind with painful clarity: the sudden, terrifying thud, the way her head hit the grass, the shock in her eyes, the small gasp that escaped her lips before everything went silent. His stomach twisted painfully as he pictured her blue dress, so delicate and bright, now marred with blood. Every heartbeat seemed to echo the moment in perfect, cruel detail.

I hit her.

The words reverberated in his mind endlessly. I hit her. I hit Lia. I wasn't supposed to. I never wanted to.

"Adrian."

He flinched, turning his head just enough to see Jaden a few feet behind him. The other boy's expression was a mixture of guilt, tension, and something Adrian couldn't quite place-shame, maybe. Or maybe it was relief that Lia was still alive.

"You-you were part of this too," Adrian said, his voice trembling. "You started it!"

Jaden flinched, holding his hands up defensively. "I didn't hit her!"

Adrian's jaw tightened. "Doesn't matter! You provoked me! You pushed me too far! And now-" He broke off, clutching at his hair, shaking his head. "Now she's hurt."

Jaden looked down, silently, almost ashamed. "I know."

Adrian exhaled sharply, staring at the empty driveway as if the world could offer him an answer. "Do you even understand?" he whispered. "Do you even realize what happened because of both of us? Because of you?"

"I didn't mean for this to happen," Jaden said quietly, his voice strained. "I... I lost control too, okay?"

Adrian wanted to scream. Wanted to hit something. Wanted to erase the memory from existence. But there was no one to yell at, no object to strike-only himself and the searing guilt that consumed him.

The ambulance had taken Lia away to the hospital. Adrian imagined her lying on a hospital bed, pale and fragile, eyes closed, her breathing steady but unsteady enough to remind him that it had been his fault.

If only I had stopped. If only I hadn't swung my arm. If only...

The words were meaningless, but they repeated themselves endlessly. He tried to think of a memory to distract himself. Anything to lighten the unbearable weight pressing on his chest. But every thought spiraled back to the same image: her small, vulnerable form on the grass, the color drained from her cheeks, the sound of blood rushing in his ears as he realized what had just happened.

Jaden cleared his throat, breaking into Adrian's thoughts. "We need to go to the hospital," he said, his tone soft, almost hesitant. "She's alive, but she needs care."

Adrian nodded mechanically, not trusting himself to speak. He followed Jaden in silence, the streets blurring past. The ride felt endless. Adrian's thoughts moved in circles, replaying every second, every movement, every choice he had made, trying to find a point where he could have changed the outcome. But there was no moment, no choice, no action that could erase the past.

By the time they arrived at the hospital, the sun had dipped behind the city skyline, casting long shadows across the sterile exterior. Adrian's chest tightened at the sight of the sliding doors, the fluorescent lights spilling out, and the sharp smell of antiseptic that seemed to pierce him like a knife. Every detail of the hospital made him more aware of his guilt, each sound a reminder of his failure.

A nurse guided them to a small waiting area outside the emergency rooms. Adrian sank into a chair, burying his face in his hands. His body shook, the weight of the incident pressing down on him with relentless force. Jaden sat across from him, fidgeting with his sleeve, uneasy, but neither boy spoke.

Minutes stretched into an eternity. Adrian couldn't stop thinking, couldn't stop reliving the scene. Every shout, every shove, every swing of his fist played in his mind in slow, painful detail. The memory of Lia stepping in, trying to stop them, and the moment he swung, hitting her instead of stopping the fight-it haunted him.

"I... I shouldn't have..." he whispered to himself, voice breaking. "I shouldn't have let it get that far. I should've controlled myself. I should've protected her. I-"

Jaden shifted uncomfortably, swallowing hard. "I didn't mean for it either," he muttered. "I-look, I just... I didn't think it would go that far. I was angry, okay?"

Adrian's eyes snapped up at him, sharp and incredulous. "Angry?" he repeated. "You're sitting there saying you were angry, and she's lying in the hospital because of both of us!"

Jaden flinched but didn't look away. "I know, okay? I know. I feel awful about it. Believe me, I feel worse than you can imagine."

Adrian exhaled shakily, pressing his hands against his temples. "Worse? Worse than what I feel?"

"I didn't mean to provoke you," Jaden said, voice low. "I know that doesn't fix anything, but I'm telling you... I didn't want this."

The words barely reached Adrian over the roar of guilt echoing in his head. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had failed-not just Lia, but everyone who trusted him. The memory of his father's eyes at the wedding, filled with disappointment, flashed in his mind. That look alone had burned more than any punishment could have.

I disappointed my dad. I hurt Lia. And I... I can't fix this.

Adrian pressed his hands into his eyes, trying to hold back the tears. "I should have controlled myself. I should've-"

"You did what you felt you had to do," Jaden interrupted gently, though still hesitant. "I know you didn't mean to hurt her."

Adrian shook his head violently. "That's not enough!" he shouted quietly, his voice cracking. "It's never enough! She's lying there because I lost control. Because I didn't stop. Because I let anger take over, and now... now she's hurt!"

Jaden flinched, silence falling heavy between them. For a long while, they sat in tense stillness, both caught in the aftershocks of the fight. The sounds of the hospital-the distant beep of monitors, the shuffle of shoes on linoleum, the soft murmur of nurses-were almost unbearable.

"I... I just can't believe this happened," Adrian whispered finally, voice almost inaudible. "I... I wanted to protect her. I promised I would. And now-" His voice broke entirely, and a tear rolled down his cheek.

Jaden watched quietly, guilt etched across his features. "I know," he said softly. "I know you did. You didn't want this. None of us did."

Adrian's hands shook as he buried his face in them again. "I keep seeing it... over and over. The way she fell, the look in her eyes... I can't... I can't stop thinking about it."

Jaden finally leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I can't either," he admitted. "I keep thinking... if I hadn't said that, if I hadn't provoked you... if I hadn't... if only. I feel sick about it."

Adrian's eyes peeked through his fingers at Jaden. "You really feel guilty?" he asked, voice trembling.

Jaden nodded slowly. "I do. I messed up. Big time."

Adrian let out a shaky breath, the tiniest relief mixing with his guilt. "I... I guess... at least we know we both didn't mean for it to happen. But that doesn't change anything. Not really. It just... it just hurts."

Jaden looked down, silent. Adrian could see the conflict in him-the mix of frustration, shame, and helplessness. "I... I just want her to be okay," Jaden said quietly.

"So do I," Adrian admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "So do I. That's all I want right now. And I... I don't even know if she'll forgive me."

Jaden finally looked up, eyes meeting Adrian's. "She'll forgive you. She knows you didn't mean it. And she knows how much you care."

Adrian wanted to believe him, but the gnawing guilt remained. "I don't care if she forgives me. I just... I just want her to be safe. I just want her to be okay."

For a while, neither spoke again. The waiting room seemed impossibly quiet, the weight of the incident pressing down on both of them. Adrian kept picturing Lia, fragile and vulnerable, and each image made his chest tighten further.

Finally, the nurse returned. "She's awake for a brief moment. You can see her, but keep it calm."

Adrian's heart leapt painfully in his chest. He stood immediately, legs trembling, and looked at Jaden. The other boy nodded, stiff but willing. They followed the nurse toward the treatment room.

Adrian's mind was a whirlwind of fear, guilt, and desperation. Every step felt heavy, weighted with the memory of what had happened and the responsibility he carried for it. Jaden walked beside him, silent, lost in his own guilt, a mirror to Adrian's own torment.

And as they entered the room, Adrian's eyes fell on Lia, and everything else-the guilt, the fear, the anger-converged into a single, desperate need: to make sure she was safe, to make sure she knew she was cared for, and to silently vow that he would never, ever let anything like this happen again

Adrian's gaze was locked on Lia, her pale face and trembling hand gripping the bedsheet. Every fiber of his being screamed that he should have been the one to take the blow, that he should have absorbed the pain so she wouldn't feel a thing. He took a hesitant step closer, fingers trembling as he brushed back a strand of her hair.

And then, before he could say anything more, the sliding door to the hospital room opened again.

Edwin.

The sight of his father stopped Adrian in his tracks. Edwin's usual composed demeanor was intact, but there was something heavier in his gaze-a quiet intensity, a weight of authority that made Adrian feel small and exposed. His heart sank.

"Adrian," Edwin said, voice calm, controlled, but carrying a depth of disappointment that made the boy flinch. "I hear there's been... an incident."

Adrian swallowed hard, his throat dry. "Dad... I... I didn't-"

Edwin's eyes held him in place. "Sit," he said, motioning toward the chairs near the wall. His hand briefly gestured toward Jaden as well. "All of you. Now."

Adrian sank into the nearest chair, hands still shaking, and Jaden followed reluctantly. Edwin's gaze swept the room before settling back on Adrian, calm but unyielding.

"You two nearly ruined the evening-and you nearly ruined her life," Edwin said quietly, voice firm. "Do you even understand the gravity of what happened?"

Adrian pressed his hands against his face, shaking his head. "I... I wasn't supposed to... I didn't mean to... I... I hit her," he whispered, voice cracking. "I-"

"You did," Edwin interrupted, his tone sharp but measured. "Intentions don't erase consequences. She's hurt. Because of both of you."

Jaden shifted uncomfortably in his seat, guilt etched into every line of his face. "I... I feel bad too," he admitted quietly. "I know I shouldn't have provoked him. I didn't want-"

"Exactly," Edwin said, looking at Jaden now. "You didn't want it to happen, but it did. You have to understand responsibility, both of you. Not just for yourself, but for the people around you. Especially for her."

Adrian's chest tightened painfully. "I... I just want her to be okay," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "I... I didn't mean-"

"You didn't mean it," Edwin repeated, his voice softer now, though still carrying the weight of authority. "But meaning is not enough. You need to take responsibility. Actions have consequences, Adrian. Always."

Adrian's hands trembled as he pressed them into his lap. He could feel the guilt burning through him in waves, and Edwin's gaze only made it sharper. He had expected anger, yelling, punishment-but not this quiet, cutting disappointment. It was worse than any punishment he could imagine.

"I... I know," Adrian whispered finally. "I... I should have controlled myself. I... I should've protected her."

"Yes," Edwin said quietly. "And now, you will. That is your responsibility. Not words, Adrian-actions. Your care, your protection, your control from this moment on. Do you understand?"

Adrian nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I... I understand, Dad. I promise. I... I'll do everything I can."

Edwin's gaze softened slightly, though the disappointment lingered. "Good. Because that's what matters now. No more mistakes. No more losing control. You are not only responsible for yourself but for anyone who trusts you. And she... Lia... trusts you."

Jaden looked down, unable to meet Edwin's eyes. "I... I didn't think it would go that far," he admitted, voice low. "I didn't mean to provoke him, I... I didn't-"

"You contributed," Edwin said, his tone calm but firm. "And you need to accept that. Don't deflect. Don't try to soften the blame. Learn from it. Let it guide you to do better."

Adrian pressed his forehead into his hands, trying to steady his shaking. He felt the full weight of his father's words pressing down, but he also felt a strange clarity forming. He couldn't change what happened. He couldn't undo the past. But he could make sure it never happened again.

"You will both stay calm, you will both be responsible, and you will both support her recovery," Edwin said finally. "That is all that matters now."

Adrian lifted his head, eyes glistening with tears. "I... I'll do that, Dad. I swear I will. I... I didn't mean to hurt her, I-"

Edwin nodded, his expression softening just a touch. "I know you didn't. But knowing isn't enough. Doing is."

Adrian exhaled shakily, finally letting some of the tension slip from his shoulders. He felt raw, exposed, terrified-and for the first time, strangely focused. He had failed once. He would not fail again.

The room fell quiet except for the faint beeping of monitors and the distant shuffle of nurses' footsteps. Adrian's gaze moved to Lia's resting form, fragile and pale, and he felt the smallest spark of determination ignite in his chest. He would protect her. He would be there for her. He would do whatever it took to make it right.

Jaden shifted beside him, still guilty, still uncomfortable, but Adrian could see that he too understood the lesson. They had both caused pain, and they both carried the weight. But now, under Edwin's watchful gaze, they knew the first step to atoning: taking responsibility, and showing-not saying-how much they cared.

Edwin finally straightened, looking at both boys with a mixture of authority and quiet pride. "Now, we wait. And when she wakes, you will show her that you are worthy of her trust. That is your duty, Adrian. And yours, Jaden. Don't forget it."

Adrian nodded, swallowing hard. "I... I won't," he whispered.

The nurse returned then, motioning toward the bed. "She's awake for a brief moment. Be calm, speak softly."

Adrian's hands trembled as he stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from Lia's face. Jaden stayed slightly behind, hesitant but present.

"Adrian..." Lia whispered, voice weak, eyes fluttering to meet his.

Adrian's chest tightened, tears threatening again. "You're okay," he said, voice trembling. "You're safe. I... I'm so sorry, Lia. I didn't mean... I never wanted-"

Edwin stayed quietly in the corner, watching. His gaze was soft now, tinged with relief, but still firm. Adrian could feel it: the expectation, the responsibility, the silent challenge to rise above his mistakes.

And in that quiet hospital room, with the hum of monitors and the soft whisper of life continuing around them, Adrian felt the full weight of what he had done-and the beginning of what he would do to make it right.

"So you're just going to lie there and pretend you didn't hear me walk in?"

Lia slowly turned her head toward the voice.

Luke stood near the foot of the hospital bed, one hand resting casually in his pocket while the other held a small paper bag. His expression carried that same familiar half-amused look she remembered from years ago.

For a moment she just stared at him.

"...You actually came."

Luke raised an eyebrow.

"You sound surprised."

"I am."

He walked over and dropped the bag gently on the table beside her bed.

"You look terrible," he said casually.

Lia frowned.

"Wow. That's the first thing you say after not seeing me for years?"

"I'm honest."

"You're rude."

Luke shrugged.

"Same thing."

Despite herself, Lia let out a soft breath that almost sounded like a laugh.

Luke pulled the chair closer and sat down.

"You're supposed to be resting," he said.

"I was."

"You were staring at the ceiling."

"That counts."

Luke leaned back in the chair, studying her face.

"You scared everyone."

Lia's expression remained calm.

"I'm still alive."

"That's not the point."

She shrugged slightly.

Luke didn't press further. Instead, he reached into the bag and began pulling things out.

A container of fruit.

A small stack of snack bars.

A thin silver bracelet.

Lia noticed the bracelet immediately.

"You brought gifts?"

Luke held it up.

"You used to like these."

Lia slowly reached for it.

Her fingers brushed over the cool metal.

"You remembered."

"You think I forget things that easily?"

"You forgot to visit for three years."

Luke smirked slightly.

"That's different."

"How?"

"I graduated."

"That's not an excuse."

"It is when you move cities."

Lia slipped the bracelet around her wrist and adjusted it.

"Still dramatic," she muttered.

Luke leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"You're avoiding the question."

"What question?"

"What happened."

Lia picked up a slice of apple from the fruit container.

"Life."

"That's vague."

"It's enough."

Luke watched her chew slowly.

He didn't look convinced.

Outside the hospital room, Adrian turned the corner of the corridor with quick steps.

He had barely slept the night before.

The moment he reached Lia's door, he slowed.

Jaden was already there.

Leaning against the wall.

Adrian frowned.

"You've been here long?"

Jaden straightened slightly.

"About fifteen minutes."

"Why didn't you go in?"

Jaden glanced toward the door.

"Someone's already inside."

Adrian looked through the small glass panel.

A tall figure sat beside Lia's bed.

Adrian's expression darkened immediately.

"Who is that?"

Jaden stepped closer to the glass.

"I don't know."

Inside the room, Luke had just handed Lia another apple slice.

"You should eat more," he said.

"I'm not starving."

"You look like you are."

Lia rolled her eyes.

"You're annoying."

"You're welcome."

She leaned back against the pillows.

"How long are you staying?"

Luke shrugged.

"A while."

"You don't have school?"

"Finished already."

Lia tilted her head.

"Already?"

"Two years older, remember?"

"Barely."

Luke smirked.

"Still counts."

A knock sounded on the door.

Lia glanced toward it briefly but didn't move.

Luke stood and walked over.

When he opened the door halfway, Adrian stood there.

Jaden beside him.

Both of them immediately tried to look past Luke into the room.

Luke leaned against the doorframe casually.

"Yes?"

Adrian frowned.

"Move."

Luke raised an eyebrow.

"That's not very polite."

"We came to see her."

Luke didn't move.

"She's resting."

Adrian scoffed.

"She's clearly awake."

Luke glanced over his shoulder.

Lia was sitting up in the bed watching them.

Calm.

Silent.

Luke turned back to the hallway.

"She needs quiet."

Adrian stepped closer.

"And you don't?"

Luke shrugged.

"I got here first."

Jaden studied him carefully.

"You're family?"

Luke nodded.

"Something like that."

Adrian's jaw tightened.

"Then you should know we're not leaving."

Luke didn't look bothered.

"That sounds like your problem."

Before Adrian could respond, Luke closed the door again.

The soft click echoed down the hallway.

Adrian stared at the door.

"You've got to be kidding me."

Jaden folded his arms.

"Well... that was interesting."

Inside the room, Luke returned to the chair.

Lia was watching him.

"You just blocked them."

"They looked intense."

"They always do."

Luke leaned back in the chair again.

"You didn't stop me."

"You didn't ask."

"True."

Lia picked up another apple slice.

"They'll survive."

Outside, Adrian began pacing.

"This guy shows up out of nowhere and suddenly he's guarding the door."

Jaden watched him quietly.

"You're jealous."

"I'm not jealous."

"You're pacing."

"I'm annoyed."

"Same thing."

Adrian stopped walking.

"I just want to see her."

Jaden's voice softened slightly.

"So do I."

Inside the room, Luke opened another small bag.

"What's that?" Lia asked.

"Books."

"You brought books too?"

"You get bored easily."

Lia flipped through one of them.

"You remembered."

Luke smiled faintly.

"Of course."

Lia placed the book on the table beside her.

"You really planned this visit."

"I didn't want to show up empty-handed."

Outside, Adrian leaned his head back against the wall.

"How long is he staying?"

Jaden glanced at the clock.

"Probably until visiting hours end."

Adrian sighed.

"So we just wait?"

Jaden shrugged.

"Looks like it."

Inside, Luke watched Lia carefully.

"You okay?" he asked.

She stared at the ceiling.

"I'm fine."

"You don't sound fine."

"I didn't ask for therapy."

Luke chuckled softly.

"Fair enough."

Lia turned her head toward the door briefly.

"They're still out there, aren't they?"

Luke nodded.

"Yep."

"Still arguing?"

"Mostly pacing."

Lia looked back at the ceiling.

"They'll tire themselves out."

Luke studied her expression.

"You don't seem very concerned."

"I'm not."

Outside the door, Adrian pushed himself off the wall.

"I'm going back in."

Jaden grabbed his arm lightly.

"Wait."

"For what?"

"Give her time."

Adrian hesitated.

Inside the room, Lia slowly closed her eyes.

Luke noticed.

"You should sleep," he said quietly.

"Maybe."

"You need rest."

"You sound like a nurse."

"I'm responsible."

Lia gave a faint smile without opening her eyes.

"Since when?"

"Since I walked in here."

He adjusted the blanket slightly over her shoulder.

Outside the door, Adrian stared through the glass again.

Luke sat calmly beside Lia's bed, completely at ease.

And somehow that calm presence irritated him more than anything else.

Jaden noticed his expression.

"You're really bothered by him."

Adrian didn't answer.

He just kept staring at the door.

The week passed slowly.

Hospital days always felt longer than normal days. The sunlight through the tall windows shifted hour by hour, nurses moved in and out of rooms, and the quiet hum of machines filled the spaces between conversations.

By the seventh morning, Lia was already awake before the nurse entered.

She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor while slowly tying the strings of the hospital gown behind her back.

The door opened.

Luke walked in with a paper cup of coffee in one hand and a small bag in the other.

"You're up early," he said.

Lia didn't look up.

"I hate hospital beds."

Luke set the coffee down on the table.

"Doctor said you're being discharged today."

"I know."

"You sound thrilled."

"I'm relieved."

Luke leaned against the wall, watching her quietly.

For the past week he had been the one sitting beside her bed most of the time. Nurses had already grown used to him being there.

But the two figures who had tried to visit almost every day never made it inside.

Every time Adrian or Jaden showed up, the nurse at the desk had the same answer.

"Only one visitor at a time."

And every time, Luke was already inside.

Lia never asked for them.

Never called them in.

Never said their names.

Luke pushed the bag toward her.

"Clothes."

She looked up.

"My mom brought those?"

"No."

"You did?"

"You can't exactly walk out wearing that hospital robe."

Lia opened the bag and pulled out a soft grey sweater and black jeans.

"You guessed my size?"

Luke shrugged.

"I remember things."

She looked at him for a moment but said nothing.

Half an hour later the doctor signed the discharge papers.

By the time Lia walked out of the hospital doors, the afternoon sun felt almost too bright.

Luke walked beside her carrying the bag.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine."

"You keep saying that."

"Because it's true."

A black car waited near the curb.

Luke opened the passenger door for her.

She slid inside without arguing.

Across the street, two familiar figures stood near a small café.

Adrian had been standing there for nearly twenty minutes.

He had come early hoping to catch Lia before she left.

But when he saw her walking out with Luke beside her, something inside him tightened.

Jaden stood beside him, watching the same scene.

"So she's leaving today," Jaden said quietly.

Adrian didn't respond.

His eyes stayed fixed on the car.

Luke closed the passenger door and walked around to the driver's seat.

A few seconds later the car pulled away from the curb.

Adrian exhaled slowly.

"She didn't even look this way."

Jaden kept his voice calm.

"She probably didn't see us."

Adrian didn't answer.

The car disappeared around the corner.

⸻

The next few days were quiet.

Lia stayed home resting, just like the doctor advised.

Luke came over almost every morning.

Sometimes he brought food.

Sometimes books.

Sometimes nothing at all.

But he stayed.

Lia's mother didn't seem to mind.

She was relieved someone was keeping Lia company.

Most of the time Lia sat on the couch in the living room while Luke occupied the armchair across from her.

The television played softly in the background.

One afternoon, Luke tossed a small bag of candy toward her.

"You're bored," he said.

"I'm not."

"You've changed the channel six times."

"There's nothing good on."

Luke leaned back in the chair.

"You used to be more patient."

"I used to be healthier."

Luke didn't respond to that.

Instead he grabbed the remote and turned the TV off completely.

Lia looked at him.

"What was that for?"

"You're clearly not watching it."

"So now I have to stare at you?"

"You're welcome."

Lia rolled her eyes but didn't turn the television back on.

Outside the house, Adrian slowed his steps as he walked down the sidewalk.

He hadn't planned to stop.

But the moment he saw the car parked in the driveway, he recognized it immediately.

Luke's car.

Adrian's jaw tightened slightly.

Across the street, Jaden appeared walking in the opposite direction.

He noticed Adrian standing there and followed his gaze toward the house.

"Still here?" Jaden asked quietly.

Adrian nodded once.

"He's been here every day."

Jaden leaned lightly against a nearby fence.

"Maybe he's just visiting."

"Every day?"

Jaden didn't answer that.

Inside the house, Lia was flipping through a book while Luke scrolled through something on his phone.

"You're quiet today," he said suddenly.

Lia looked up.

"You're loud enough for both of us."

"That's not what I meant."

She closed the book.

"What did you mean?"

Luke tilted his head slightly.

"You're thinking about something."

"Maybe."

"Want to talk about it?"

"No."

Luke shrugged.

"Fair."

Lia leaned back into the couch cushions.

"They've been outside again."

Luke glanced toward the window.

"Adrian and Jaden?"

"Yeah."

"They're persistent."

"They're annoying."

Luke smirked slightly.

"You could let them in."

Lia's expression remained calm.

"I could."

"But you won't."

"No."

Luke studied her face.

"You're avoiding them."

"Maybe."

"Why?"

Lia didn't answer.

Outside the house, Adrian shoved his hands into his pockets.

"He's inside again."

Jaden nodded.

"Looks like it."

Adrian stared at the house for a few seconds longer.

"We should go."

Jaden didn't argue.

⸻

A week later Lia returned to school.

The hallway buzzed with noise as students moved between classes.

The moment Lia walked through the entrance, conversations slowed slightly.

Everyone had heard what happened.

Some people stared.

Some whispered.

Lia ignored all of it.

Luke walked beside her with easy confidence, one hand resting casually on the strap of his backpack.

"You sure you're ready for this?" he asked.

"It's school," Lia replied.

"That doesn't answer the question."

"It's just school."

As they turned the corner toward the main hallway, Adrian and Jaden were already there.

They noticed her immediately.

Adrian straightened slightly.

Jaden's gaze moved from Lia to the person walking beside her.

Luke.

The same calm expression.

The same relaxed posture.

Lia didn't slow down.

She walked past them as if they were just two other students standing in the hallway.

Adrian opened his mouth slightly, then closed it again.

Jaden watched her disappear down the corridor.

Luke glanced back once before turning the corner after her.

Adrian's jaw tightened.

"He's still with her."

Jaden nodded.

"Looks like it."

Adrian leaned against the locker behind him.

"I haven't talked to her in almost two weeks."

Jaden looked down the hallway where Lia had gone.

"Neither have I."

They stood there for a moment longer before the bell rang.

Students began moving again.

And somewhere down the corridor, Lia walked beside Luke like nothing had changed.

But Adrian and Jaden both knew something had.

The lunch bell rang, sending a wave of noise through the hallways. Lockers slammed, laughter echoed, and students poured out of classrooms like water rushing through a broken dam.

Lia walked slowly through the corridor, her books pressed lightly against her chest. The noise felt overwhelming after spending so many quiet days recovering at home. Every voice seemed louder than usual, every movement sharper.

She kept her eyes down, focusing on the floor tiles as she walked.

One step.

Another.

Just get through the day.

That was all she wanted.

A few students greeted her as they passed.

"Hey Lia, welcome back."

"Good to see you again."

She nodded politely, giving small smiles that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Inside, she felt distant from everything.

Like she was watching the world from behind glass.

She turned a corner-

-and walked straight into someone.

The impact was light, but enough to make the books in her arms slip.

"Oh-"

A hand shot out quickly, catching one of the falling books before it hit the floor.

"Careful."

The voice was familiar.

Lia looked up.

Jaden.

For a moment neither of them spoke.

Jaden held the book out to her.

"You almost dropped this."

She took it slowly.

"Thanks."

Her voice was quiet.

Almost too calm.

Jaden studied her face.

Up close, he could see the faint shadows under her eyes, the way her shoulders seemed a little tense, like she was bracing herself without realizing it.

"You're back," he said.

"Yeah."

"How are you feeling?"

"Better."

Short answers.

Plain.

Jaden noticed immediately.

He shifted his weight slightly.

"I tried visiting you," he said.

Lia blinked once.

"I heard."

"Your cousin didn't let me in."

She looked away briefly.

"He's just protective."

Jaden let out a small breath.

"Protective from me?"

"I didn't say that."

"But he still blocked the door."

Lia didn't respond.

Silence settled between them for a few seconds.

Students continued walking past them, voices blending into a distant hum.

Jaden rubbed the back of his neck.

"You scared us, you know."

"I'm fine."

"You keep saying that."

"Because it's true."

Her tone wasn't defensive.

Just flat.

Almost detached.

Jaden frowned slightly.

The Lia he knew would've joked about the hospital food or complained about boredom.

This Lia felt like someone who had built a quiet wall around herself.

"Did something happen?" he asked carefully.

"No."

"Then why do you feel so... far away?"

Lia shifted the books in her arms.

"I'm just tired."

"That's not what I mean."

She finally looked at him properly.

"What do you mean then?"

Jaden hesitated.

He wasn't even sure how to explain it.

"It just feels like you're avoiding everyone."

"I'm not."

"You haven't spoken to Adrian either."

Her gaze flickered slightly at the mention of his name, but it disappeared just as quickly.

"I just got back," she said.

"I know."

"Then you should understand."

Jaden studied her expression again.

It was calm.

Too calm.

Like she had rehearsed every response in advance.

"Do you want to sit somewhere?" he asked. "The cafeteria's crowded but the courtyard is quiet."

Lia shook her head.

"I'm not really hungry."

"You should still eat something."

"I will later."

Another pause stretched between them.

Jaden felt a strange frustration building in his chest.

Not anger.

Just confusion.

He didn't know how to reach her.

"You know you can talk to me, right?" he said quietly.

"I know."

"But you're not."

"I just don't have anything to say."

That answer sat heavily between them.

Jaden looked down briefly before nodding once.

"Okay."

Lia shifted her bag slightly on her shoulder.

"I should go."

He stepped aside automatically to let her pass.

But before she walked away, he spoke again.

"Lia."

She stopped.

Slowly turned back.

"Yes?"

"You don't have to handle everything by yourself."

For a moment her expression softened slightly.

Then the distance returned.

"I'm fine," she said quietly.

Jaden watched her for a second, then nodded.

"Alright."

Lia gave a small nod in return.

Then she turned and walked down the hallway.

Her steps were steady.

Unhurried.

Jaden watched until she disappeared around the corner.

He stayed there for a long moment, staring at the empty hallway.

Something was wrong.

He could feel it.

Across the courtyard windows, Adrian stood leaning against a pillar, his arms folded.

He had been watching the entire scene.

He pushed himself off the wall and walked over.

"So?" Adrian asked.

Jaden looked at him.

"She's not the same."

Adrian scoffed lightly.

"No kidding."

"I'm serious."

Adrian glanced down the hallway where Lia had walked.

"What did she say?"

"Mostly nothing."

"That sounds about right."

Jaden frowned slightly.

"She said she just needs space."

Adrian's jaw tightened.

"Funny how that space includes both of us."

Jaden didn't respond.

Adrian kicked lightly at the floor.

"That cousin of hers shows up out of nowhere and suddenly we're not allowed near her."

"It's not about Luke."

"How do you know?"

"Because she didn't sound angry."

Adrian crossed his arms again.

"Then what did she sound like?"

Jaden thought about it for a moment.

"Tired."

Adrian looked confused.

"Tired?"

"Like she's carrying something she doesn't want to talk about."

Adrian looked back toward the courtyard.

Students laughed loudly at one of the tables.

Life moving on like nothing had changed.

"She barely looked at me today," he muttered.

Jaden stayed quiet.

Adrian exhaled sharply.

"I hate this."

"What?"

"Not knowing what's going on."

Jaden nodded slightly.

The final bell rang, and students poured out of the building, laughing, talking, and hustling toward buses, cars, and the school gates. Lia stayed back a moment, waiting for the familiar sight she knew would bring a little comfort.

A sleek black car pulled up to the curb. The engine hummed softly, and the driver's door opened before the car fully stopped. Luke stepped out, wearing the same calm, effortless look he always carried. Behind him, the car doors opened again, and two small heads peeked out-Lia's younger sisters, giggling and whispering to each other.

"Hey!" Lia called softly as she made her way to the car.

"Ready?" Luke asked, his voice light but watchful.

"I think so," she said, sliding into the passenger seat. Her sisters bounced into the backseat, chatting about school, about games, about random things that made Lia smile despite herself.

Luke got into the driver's seat, glancing in the rearview mirror at the girls. "You two behave, or we're skipping the arcade."

The sisters squealed, pretending to look offended but clearly excited. Lia laughed softly, a sound that felt more like herself than it had in days.

The drive to her house was easy. Luke navigated the streets while the girls pointed out every little thing they saw-stray dogs, colorful shop signs, a flock of birds taking off from the park. Lia watched quietly, occasionally smiling at her sisters' antics.

Once at home, the girls rushed inside to drop their bags, and Lia followed more slowly, taking a deep breath. Luke leaned back against the car, waiting patiently.

By late afternoon, they were all ready. The air was warm, and the sky tinged with orange and pink as the evening approached. Luke drove them to the arcade a few streets over, a favorite spot of the girls.

As soon as they entered, the atmosphere changed completely. Neon lights, the hum of machines, the cheerful chaos of kids running around-it was a sensory overload, but a good one.

The girls ran straight to a claw machine, dragging Lia with them. Luke followed, hands in his pockets, watching as Lia's laughter started to flow freely.

"Come on, try it!" one of the sisters said, handing her the joystick.

Lia hesitated, then grinned and pressed the buttons, successfully grabbing a small stuffed animal. Her sisters cheered wildly, hugging her tightly.

Luke shook his head with a small smile. "I see someone's competitive streak is still alive."

Lia looked at him, still holding the plushie. "You've got to have fun while you can."

The evening stretched on with games, tickets, and laughter. Luke joined in, showing off an impressive high score on one of the racing machines, much to the girls' delight. They ended the night with a small pile of tickets and prizes, giggling as they argued over who got what.

By the time they left the arcade, the sun had fully set, and the sky was darkening into a deep navy. The car ride home was quieter, the girls tired from the excitement, and Lia leaned her head against the window, smiling softly.

Luke glanced at her from the driver's seat. "See? Not everything has to be complicated."

Lia gave a small nod, closing her eyes for a moment. "Maybe... you're right."

For the first time that day, she felt like the weight on her chest had lightened just a little.

The world outside the window was quiet, but inside the car, with Luke driving and her sisters asleep in the back, Lia felt a small bubble of peace settle around her. And for tonight, that was enough.