In the hushed stillness of the night, the only sound was the soft whirring of the ceiling fan and the occasional rustle of bedsheets. Scara lay beside you, his breath steady and calm, his hand resting gently on yours. But despite the tranquility surrounding you, turmoil raged within your heart. Ever since the accident, your life had become a cruel parody of what it once was. Where once there was laughter and joy, now there was only pain and frustration.