Aurora’s POV
“I never loved you, Aurora.”
“You are so cheap to fall for him so easily.”
“You are nothing and will forever be nothing.”
“It was all a game.”
The words echo in my head, sharp as broken glass. They taunt me, circling like hungry crows. I try to run, but my legs won’t move. Laughter rings out—cold, cruel, familiar. Why can’t I escape? Why am I so alone?
“Aurora, please open your eyes.”
A soft voice pulls me out. My eyes snap open, heart hammering against my ribs. I blink hard, trying to steady my breathing.
“Aurora, you’re awake.”
I turn toward the sound. Emette sits beside the bed, eyes wide with relief.
“Emette…” My voice comes out barely louder than a whisper, rough and weak.
“Yes, Aurora?” he answers gently.
“Where am I?” My gaze drifts across the white walls, t
