Years had passed, and the once-vibrant young woman now stood as a testament to the ravages of time. Her beauty, though still striking, had transformed into a cold, mature elegance that seemed almost... calculated. The youthful glow was gone, replaced by an aura of quiet determination.
The rundown room where she'd retreated after leaving the hospital became her sanctuary – or perhaps more accurately, her prison. For days she existed solely on water, refusing any sustenance as if starving herself alongside the unborn child ripped from her womb. Her family and boyfriend finally found her after six agonizing months; their faces contorted in horror at the sight of their loved one reduced to a gaunt shadow of herself cradling something grotesque within those fragile arms - the mangled remains of what should have been their future together.
