Eira’s POV
’Just a little more. And it would all be over.’
Limping, crawling, barely able to breathe, I somehow made it to the boundery wall of the rooftop. Every movement burned, my wounds stinging beneath the thin layer of sweat that now coated my skin.
For the first time in six years, I saw the city bathed in daylight. The sun was warm and gentle, and the breeze brushed softly against my battered skin. For a moment, it felt like heaven. Peaceful. Quiet. Soothing.
Before I threw myself into the air, I wanted to remember him—my baby, my son.
After he was born, the moment I held him, wrapped tightly in a cloth, sleeping peacefully with a face no larger than my palm, I found the will to live again. He felt like a ray of light in the darkness that surrounded me.
I named him Ray.
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