Fisilti - Becca Fitzpatrick May 2026

I had chosen him once. I would choose him again.

Then I saw him. Leaning against a graveyard oak, black jeans soaked through, a crooked smile that didn't reach his haunted eyes. The rain parted around him, as if even the sky knew to kneel. Fisilti - Becca Fitzpatrick

Patch.

The rain fell in soft, relentless whispers over Coldwater, each drop a needle stitching me back into a life I couldn't remember. They said I fell. They said I was lost for eleven weeks. But when I opened my eyes in that hospital bed, the only thing missing was him. I had chosen him once