Stella
I press close to her, every pulse and breath entwined with hers. She’s trapped in the same storm of doubt and pain I feel—the same ache that nearly broke me centuries ago.
Get up, I urge silently, a whisper beneath the roar of her thoughts. Move. Run. Don’t let the weight drown you.
She’s still, heavy with grief and tangled memories. But I won’t let her sink. Not now.
I’m not asking for a race, I coax gently, just a step outside. Feel the wind. Let it chase away the shadows clinging to your mind.
Her heartbeat flutters—hesitant but alive. That flicker of fight is all I need.
Come on, I plead softly, let’s run together. Clear your mind. Remember how to breathe in the light again.
I wait, patient and steady, a voice inside her that won’t let go—because she deserves more than th
