Vincent
I couldn’t sleep at all that night. No matter how many times I shut my eyes, my mind kept dragging me back to Nyelle again.
By morning, exhaustion sat heavily on my body. My eyes burned badly from lack of sleep, and when I looked into the mirror earlier, I barely recognized myself. I looked irritated, restless… unstable.
And somehow, despite everything that happened last night, I still found myself standing inside the kitchen making tea.
Two cups. The realization didn’t even hit me immediately.
It was only when I started walking down the hallway toward Nyelle’s room holding both cups carefully that I suddenly froze.
What the hell was I doing?
I stood outside her door for several long seconds staring at it quietly while steam rose softly from the cups in my hands.
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