And suddenly—
I could see.
The realization hit me like a quiet explosion.
The room unfolded around me in pieces.
Pale blue walls. A large window veiled by thin blinds, letting in filtered daylight that spilled softly across the floor.
The glow of machines—green and blue lights blinking in steady rhythms.
An IV stand beside me, the clear bag hanging nearly empty.
Everything looked... clean.
Almost too perfect in its order.
And yet, to me, it was overwhelming.
My gaze moved slowly, drinking everything in with an almost desperate hunger, afraid it might disappear if I didn’t take it all in quickly enough.
Then—
I saw him.
Ramiro.
And I froze.
For a moment, my mind refused to connect what I was seeing with what I had imagined for so long.
He was... different.
Taller than I expected. Broad-shouldered, standing with a kind of quiet confidence that filled the space around him without effort.
His suit was black—perfectly tailored, fitting him like it had been made specifically for him.
His hair was dark, neatly styled, not a strand out of place.
But it was his face that caught me off guard.
Younger than I had pictured.
His features were defined, his expression open and sincere.
And his smile—wide, genuine—reached all the way to his eyes.
Eyes that were watching me now with unmistakable relief.
“You can see,” he said softly, like he didn’t want to overwhelm me.
I blinked again, my vision still adjusting, but steady.
“I...” My voice faltered, emotion tightening my chest. “I can.”
The words felt fragile leaving my lips, like they didn’t fully belong to me yet.
But they were real.
