Death unexpectedly arrives at our doors in life. It might be the loss of a loved one, something, or someone incredibly dear to us. It leaves us in unbearable sorrow and sadness.
That same sorrow was running through my veins like a flood, threatening to overflow and drown me in its everlasting waters. I didn't think such pain was possible, yet here I was, delving head-on into it like there was no tomorrow.
I lost my mate. I lost my happiness, and thus I don't want to live. I couldn't.
"Amber?" a soft voice called from above me—a voice too gentle to be Dageian's, but I was too deep in my grief to think too hard about it. I simply waited. I waited for the strike to come, yet it didn't.
Instead, a gentle hand gripped my shoulder, and I slowly lifted my eyes to see who it was. First, the
