Fairuz Anuar

Second Chance. AI-Generated.

I remember the day I woke up after my heart attack as clearly as if it happened just moments ago. The room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor beside me. I could hear my own breathing — slow, shallow, uncertain. My body felt heavy, almost foreign, as though it no longer belonged to me. But beneath that weakness, deep inside my chest, I could feel something powerful — a heartbeat. My heartbeat.