Lucas
"I need to go back to him," I implore Guide, my desperation evident as I try to move past the healing process and the accompanying drama. I yearn to awaken, to return to Gabriel.
Guide's response is calm and measured as if reminding me to be patient. "These things take time; you have to breathe."
I'm overwhelmed with frustration and impatience. My heart aches with the need to be with Gabriel again, to reassure him that I'm okay, to hold him close. The time spent in this healing state feels like an eternity, a barrier between us.
"I can't wait any longer," I insist, the urgency in my voice reflecting the intensity of my emotions. "Gabriel needs to know I'm alright. I need to be there for him."
Guide's expression softens, and there's a depth of understanding in his eyes. "I know you're anxious, Lucas. But rushing things won't help either of you. You have to trust that he'll be okay, that you'll be okay."
