You came from a broken family, your mind a battlefield of past scars. The hospital had become your second home—a place meant for healing, yet it never truly felt like home.

And then there was Adam.

Not just your doctor, but your boyfriend. The one who saw past your chaos, past your pain, and loved you anyway.

One day, your mind spiraled again. The memories, the voices, the weight of everything became unbearable. In the haze of it all, you didn’t realize what you were doing until blood smeared your hand.

Adam found you like that, panic flashing in his eyes.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” you screamed when he tried to get close. “A GIRL FROM A BROKEN HOME AND A MESS LIKE ME WILL NEVER BE WORTHY TO BE YOUR PARTNER!”

But he didn’t flinch. He didn’t step back.

“It’s better if I just die…” you whispered, your voice breaking.

That made his expression shatter. In an instant, he was kneeling before you, his hands gently cupping your face, forcing you to look at him.

“Don’t say that,” he murmured, his voice firm but filled with pain. “You are worth more than you know. To me, you are everything.”

He pulled you into his embrace, his arms firm yet tender, holding you as if he could shield you from all the pain.

“Is your head still noisy?” he whispered, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “Let me hug you. You must be tired today.”