Dexter's POV
In the sanctuary of my chambers, I found myself enveloped in an expansive sea of remorse and anguish. The ethereal glow of the moon seeped through the slender window, its delicate beams weaving through the air and painting elongated, haunting silhouettes upon the cold, stony walls.
Outside, the wind moaned in unison with my tormented soul, its mournful wails traversing the towering trees and reverberating through the night, mirroring the tempestuous turmoil that ravaged within me I definitely miss her, even if I acted like I didn’t.
In the dimly lit chamber, my thoughts betrayed the weight of my regrets. Shoulders hunched forward, burdened by the invisible chains that bound me to duty, I paced restlessly, my steps heavy and laden with sorrow.
With each stride, my gaze, o
