LILYA
The air in the room was charged with anticipation, a noticeable energy that seemed to hum against my skin. Adrain and I stood facing each other, his eyes steady and reassuring.
"Are you sure about this, Lilya?" he asked, his voice gentle.
I took a deep breath, my fingers tracing the pendant around my neck. The pendant that held the key to a past life, a life filled with memories that were both beautiful and painful.
"I'm scared, Adrain," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what to expect. The memories from that life... they hold so much trauma."
Adrain's gaze never wavered, his presence a rock of support. "Lilya, you don't have to go through with this if you're not ready. Your well-being is what matters most."
I looked at him, gratitude swelling within me
