Zack stood there, his body feeling heavy and numb. The sight of Theodore carrying Bella away shattered him. His chest tightened with an unbearable ache, and tears spilled down his cheeks, despite his efforts to hold them back.
The anguish was familiar, a brutal echo of the pain he had felt when he lost Rose. Bella had been a beacon of hope for him, a new light in the darkness, but that hope had been cruelly snatched away.
He staggered back, his legs feeling like lead as he hit the wall, slumping against it. The emptiness in his stomach, the sharp pang of loss—he felt as though he were reliving the agony of losing Rose all over again. Zack's world seemed to crumble around him, and the weight of his despair pressed down hard, making it difficult to breathe.
