Ivan still stood by the door to Lydia's chambers, his hand resting on the doorframe as he watched her. Her face was pale, almost too quiet, too still. His heart ached just looking at her. A part of him wanted nothing more than to stay there, right by her side, until she opened her eyes again. But his mind kept reminding him that he shouldn't. That it wasn't right. That he should walk away before he made things more complicated.
He took a deep breath and was just about to leave when a sharp gust of wind burst through the room, slamming open one of the windows with a loud bang. Cold winter air rushed in, carrying flurries of snow that danced across the wooden floor. Ivan's eyes widened. Snowflakes landed on the sheets and her blanket, making the room even colder.
