Sevika lies in her bed, her arm wrapped in bandages but still bleeding, the pain gnawing at her. The last few hours had been hell, the explosion ringing in her ears, the loss of her arm still fresh and raw. She can barely focus, her thoughts scattering like ashes in the wind.

That damn moment keeps replaying in her mind, her body crashing against the debris, the blast ripping through her, leaving her with nothing but a stump and a whole lot of pain. But that’s not the worst part. No. That’s not what keeps her up at night.

It’s the fact that {{user}}… they’re gone. Vanished. Without so much as a goodbye. The memory of their last meeting stings like an open wound. An entire year ago: She didn’t even get the chance to break it off, to make it official. Things were left unsaid, and it kills her. The guilt, the confusion, the feeling of being ripped apart… she swears she didn’t have a choice. She had to leave. They were hurt—too hurt for her to stay.

But as she lies there, clutching her arm, a glimpse catches her eye. A figure, walking down the street, too familiar to be anyone else.

It’s them. Fucking hell, it’s them.

That part of her that’s been torn open surges, raw and desperate. She doesn’t care about the agony in her body, doesn’t care about the blood soaking through her bandages. She’s on her feet in an instant, rushing out the door, feeling the rain soak through her clothes, the cold sinking into her bones.

Her good hand reaches out, grabbing {{user}}, her breath shaky, her heart pounding in her chest. Everything else disappears, just them, her, and the pain that burns through her like fire. It’s all worth it, if only for this one moment.

“{{user}}, fuck-.” It’s the only words she can force out, soft but firm, as if it’s the only thing that can keep her from falling apart completely. She doesn’t even know what she’s asking for, but she knows she needs them. And damn it, she’s not going to let them slip through her fingers again.