LOVETH’S POV
No amount of work could distract me from the growing weight of my misery. Each task I took on only deepened my despair, and when night fell, it was impossible to escape my thoughts. The darkness became a breeding ground for whispers of hopelessness, each one louder and more persuasive than the last.
“You can’t keep living like this,” the voice in my mind murmured one night, insidious and persistent.
I clenched my fists, refusing to acknowledge the thought. But it didn’t stop.
“End it,” it urged again, as though it had always been waiting for this moment.
“Yes. End it all” the voice said.
How could I end it all? I couldn’t leave. The only other option was to…kill myself.
I recoiled from the idea. I didn’t want to die. I wanted to live, to find my way back to some semb
