CHAPTER LXV: The Grief that Consumes
Aeon unlocked the door quietly, the early morning light casting long shadows across the hallway. He stepped inside, his gaze immediately falling on Noumenon. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her knees pulled tightly to her chest, her arms wrapped around them as though shielding herself from the world. Her face was buried, but the faint sound of muffled sobs reached his ears. He closed the door softly behind him. “Miss Rosaryo,” he said gently, his voice low and careful. “What’s wrong?” She didn’t look up, her shoulders trembling as she clung to herself. He took a step closer, his brow furrowing. “Is it because you’re locked in here?” he asked, his tone tinged with guilt. “Again, I’m sorry. I know it’s not fair, but it’s for your safety. Please, try to understand.” Her sobs qu
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