"I know I shouldn't have helped Daxter. But I also know, I couldn't bear to watch you keep suffering, Vi. This guilt will haunt me forever."
Haisley spoke silently in her heart, her gaze fixed on the pale face of Veronica, who lay helplessly on the hospital bed.
A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye slow, quiet blending with old wounds she never truly had the chance to heal. Haisley took a deep breath, trying to contain the pain that squeezed her chest. She looked at Veronica with an undeniable sincerity.
"If I could turn back time, I wouldn't choose the same path. I want to help you smile again, Vi. Not just because of guilt, but because you're the only friend who ever made me feel like I wasn't alone in this loud and demanding world."
