“Please,” I continued. “It’ll only take a minute. Hannah didn’t even want me to leave this early. I want to say goodbye properly.”
Still, he said nothing. He only held my hand tighter, his silence making my unease grow, my heart starting to beat faster for reasons I couldn’t explain. I was about to ask him what was going on when two nurses walked past us, their voices low but clear enough to reach my ears.
“Did you hear?” one of them said. “There’s an uproar on the upper floor.”
The second nurse frowned. “What happened?”
“I heard a girl just died.”
I blinked and turned sharply toward them, but they kept walking, their conversation continuing.
“How did she die?” the second nurse asked.
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“I heard someone injected her with a deadly dose,” the first replied. “I’m not sure though. The doctors tried to resuscitate her, but she didn’t make it. They said she died clutching a drawing of a woman with glasses.”
My heart dropped.
No, no, no, no.
My face drained of color, and suddenly my legs felt weak, as if they could no longer support me. I looked up at Apollo, panic flooding my chest, my voice breaking as the words spilled out.
“W–what are they saying?” I whispered. “Don’t tell me ”
Before I could finish, Apollo pulled me into his chest, his arms wrapping tightly around me, leaving no room for doubt. The truth crashed down on me in that instant.
That was my answer.
I froze in his embrace, my hands lifting weakly before dropping back down as my breathing turned fast and shallow, my head shaking over and over again as I tried to deny what I already knew.
“Impossible,” I muttered. “It can’t be her. It can’t be Hannah.”
Apollo only held me tighter, his voice low against my hair. “I’m sorry, princess.”
Everything went distant after that, like I was trapped underwater, watching the world move without me.
Why was he apologizing? What did this mean? Did this really mean that Hannah, the little girl who smiled so brightly, who just wanted to be happy, who bragged about her drawing like it was her whole world, was gone?
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