Dahlia’s POV
Darkness enveloped me, swallowing me whole. There was nothing—no sensation, no weight, just an endless void where I drifted aimlessly.
"Blue?" I reached out for her, but the silence that followed sent a wave of unease through me.
I couldn’t feel her presence. Panic flared as I tried to remember how I got here, but my mind was a tangled mess, blurred like static on a broken television screen.
"Blue!" I called out again, louder this time, desperation creeping into my voice.
The dread pressing down on me grew heavier. No matter what, I had always felt Blue in the back of my mind, even in our worst moments. But now? She was gone. Completely absent. A cold sweat broke out over my skin as my breathing turned shallow, memories of my old panic attacks resurfacing. It was the same
