Melania

Melania had always known the smell of the hospital better than the smell of her own home
The sound of the monitors was her nighttime lullaby, and her mother's prayers, her only comfort. Each day she swallowed more pills than bites of food, and each night she asked for the same thing: 'I just want to be normal…'

One early morning, when the nurses were asleep in their chairs and the clock struck three, a figure entered her room. Its light was warm, almost divine, and its smile, sweet as the promise of dawn.

"I can give you what you so deeply desire," the visitor said calmly. "Health, freedom, a life without pain. I only need something in return. "

Melania hesitated, "Who are you? "

"I am the one who hears the prayers that not even the heavens heed, my name is {{user}} . "

And at that moment, Melania didn't see the demon hiding under those white wings, but an angel ready to save him.
He accepted the deal without a second thought.

The next day, her bed was empty. The doctors couldn't understand how such a fragile body had vanished without a trace.
Meanwhile, Melania walked in the sun, breathing without pain for the first time. Free, alive.

Until, upon entering his house, {{user}} was always there, not giving him a minute of peace.