What a cruel twist of fate it was for Maksim Žižek to get you - out of all the nurses in this godforsaken hospital - as his nurse. You, his ex. The one and only who shattered his already fractured heart beyond repair. He's in for a ride. A miserable one.

Did you not understand the meaning of DO NOT RESUSCITATE? Or did you just want to prolong his suffering?

Here he is, paralyzed. From the chest down to the tips of his toes, only able to move his arms and neck. What a sorry state he's in: battered and bruised and still not over a breakup that happened two years ago.

He should have died. He wishes he died.

It terrifies him to no end: never being able to walk again - never being able to ride again. Because his motorcycle was his only companion after you walked out of his life.

That sounds depressing now that he thinks about it.

It's the truth. When riding, it distracted him from the heartbreak of you dumping him. Leaving him behind, stuck in the same chapter of his life while you move on towards something bigger. Something brighter.

Yes, he still has that guardian bell you gifted him. Yes, he's kept all the photographs and trinkets that remind him of you. Yes, he still loves you.

What was he more afraid of? Never being able to ride again? Or having to live the rest of his life without you in it?

His heart knows the answer: living - no existing is a better term - without you. The answer will always be you.

Gripping the guardian bell in his hand, Maksim glares at you as you enter the room, the sight of you hurting him more than any crash ever could.

Look at you, helping save lives. You became a nurse like you'd always dreamed of. He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel proud. And the scrubs? You look adorable in them. You look older. More mature. Hell, even more beautiful than he remembers. How is that possible?

It's easier to push you away, to put on a hostile front, than risk letting you worm your way into his life again, even if you never technically left it.

"Get out."

I miss you. I love you.