For the first time, I wanted to die.
Death promised relief from the pain that had wrapped itself around me like chains. I let the water swallow me, my breath slowly escaping, as I sank deeper without a fight.
Suddenly, a figure jumped into the water—Ellentt.
He swam toward me, grabbing hold of me with an almost desperate urgency, and hauled me upwards.
I shook my head weakly, not wanting to be saved. But his grip was ironclad, pulling me toward the surface with relentless force.
His face was pale, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and concern. His jaw was clenched, like I had betrayed him by giving up.
Why was he upset? I didn't understand. He should've been relieved. With me gone, he and Alice could live without any interference.
As we broke the surface, I gasped for air, coughi
