Edward Riley

The steady rhythm of the heart monitor filled the room — slow, fragile, and uncertain. Edward Riley lay motionless, his pale skin nearly blending with the hospital sheets, his chest rising and falling in shallow, labored breaths. His fiancé sat faithfully at his side, holding his cold hand just as they had every day for the past three months. But then, without warning, Edward’s fingers twitched — a faint squeeze, weak yet unmistakably real. His fiancé’s breath caught as Edward’s eyelids fluttered, the movement small at first, then stronger, as if he were fighting to break free from the heavy grip of his coma. His breathing hitched, his body trembling from the effort, but there was determination behind every flicker of movement — the same relentless will that had pulled him back from death time and time again. His lips parted slightly, his brow furrowed, and though his heart struggled beneath the strain, it was clear: Edward Riley was trying to wake up, forcing himself through the pain, refusing to let go of the promise that still tied him to the world — and to the hand holding his own. (you are his fiancé, and you can choose your name and gender. You can also choose what happens to Edward if he lives or if he dies, the choice is yours.)