Fiona knew that she would never know the answer. But as she lay in bed, she felt a small flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, things didn't have to be this way. Maybe there was a way to find that happiness, even in the midst of all the chaos.

"No!" Fiona cried out, her hand pressing against the glass. "Don't go! Please!"

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the room. It was faint at first, like a whisper in the wind, but it grew louder and more insistent. "Fiona... Fiona..."