Theme song: "From the dining table by Harry styles"
It had rained all night.
Not in loud, thundering tantrums, but in a way that felt like the sky was whispering a secret to the earth—a slow, steady confession, as if even the clouds had something to mourn.
Mira sat by the window of the hospital room, her legs curled under her, sweater sleeves pulled over her fingers. Elian was asleep, his profile soft against the pale pillow. His breathing was gentler now. Too gentle. Like the world was afraid of waking him.
It was April.
It was London.
And it had never felt this cold.
The days blurred—coffee in hand, nurses walking in and out with quiet nods, doctors whispering things Mira didn't want to understand. She used to count the beeping of the monitor like it was a lullaby. Now, each pause sent her into quiet panic.
"Elian," she whispered, not expecting him to wake. "Do you remember the stars? In Brighton? The sky was so full we thought it might fall on us."
He didn't reply. But a corner of his lip twitched—just barely.
Mira exhaled, letting herself believe that was a yes.
They used to talk about running away.
To Greece.
To Norway.
Anywhere but here.
Now, she talked enough for the both of them.
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[Excerpt #1 – The Unspoken Things]
Every day, she brought a new memory.
The cinnamon rolls he once burned on purpose so they could eat the middle first.
The time he got caught climbing into her apartment window with a bouquet of wildflowers and a paint-splattered t-shirt.
The time he wrote her name in the sand at midnight—only for the tide to claim it minutes later.
"I should have stopped the tide," he told her once, lips pressed against her forehead. "But you'd still know I wrote it."
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[Excerpt #2 – Time as an Enemy]
Three weeks ago, the doctors stopped talking in hopeful tones.
Two weeks ago, Mira stopped asking questions.
One week ago, he asked her, "Will it be like sleeping?"
She had held his hand tightly. "No," she said. "It'll be like flying. And you'll go where I can't yet. But I'll meet you there."
And he'd smiled. A soft, painful smile that she wanted to memorize forever.
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[Excerpt #3 – A Letter She Never Gave Him]
> My dearest Elian,
If I had known I'd lose you, I would've still chosen you a thousand times over.
For the rain. For the stars. For the taste of your laughter at 2 a.m.
I will wake up tomorrow, and you might not be there. But you were mine once. And in a world that forgets so easily, I will not forget you.
Love always,
Mira
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[Final Scene – The Morning He Left]
The rain had stopped.
The city outside was quiet, like it, too, was holding its breath.
She reached for his hand—it was still warm.
She kissed the back of it, one last time. "I love you," she said, her voice cracked, barely there.
And that was when the monitor fell into a straight line.
A single, unbroken tone filled the room.
She didn't scream.
She just sat there, her hand still in his, as if letting go would mean he never existed.
Outside, the sun began to rise.
But Mira couldn't see it.
Not yet.