Alara
Later that day, after Kaelen and I had exchanged those hollow words, I found myself drifting into the garden. It had always been my place of solace, the one space where I could feel somewhat in control, nurturing life with my own hands. The air was cool, and the scent of freshly turned earth filled my senses as I knelt by the rose bushes. The rhythmic motion of pulling weeds and trimming the flowers was calming, but it did little to clear my mind from the heaviness of the morning.
Kaelen’s words echoed in my head: I don’t know anymore.
I felt my chest tighten every time I thought about it. How could we have come to this? How could the bond that once seemed so solid, so unbreakable, now feel so fragile? It was as if I’d been cast adrift in the middle of a vast ocean, with no shore
