I resigned myself to solitude, remaining in the room as I sobbed my eyes out. Every time the door opened, I hoped it was Erik— with his soulful amber eyes and teasing smile. I hoped he would come and hold me, whispering sweet nothings about how nothing had to change between us. Every time, it was Anya instead, stepping into the room with a sad smile on her face. She brought a hot meal every time, rubbing my back as I sobbed into my own hands.
“You still have to take care of yourself, Elena. You must gather your strength.” She shoved the bowl into my hands, forcing me to eat.
Whenever she left, only one thought plagued my mind as I stared out the shut window.
Where is Erik? And who is taking care of him?
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Darkness descended upon me like a velvet curtain, shrouding my mind in an aura
