I stare into her hazel-green eyes, so bright they almost glow beneath the dim light.

God, she’s so beautiful.

I trace every line of her face, trying to etch her into memory, as if I’ll never see her again.

Her lips move, slow and soft, but the words blur like a distant echo. A subtle chill creeps up my spine. Blinking, I pull myself from the haze.

Her brows furrow as she speaks, “are you okay?”...