Leila
I sat in front of the mirror, staring at myself in a daze. The glass threw back a face I barely recognized - pale, hollowed out, like a mask stitched from someone else's skin. My hands rested limp in my lap, heavy, useless. This life felt different, unmoored from the one I'd known before. Where once I'd moved with purpose, now every step dragged, every breath tasted of ash. My body betrayed me, lazy and weak, a shell that mocked the strength I'd lost. I pressed a finger to the mirror, half-expecting it to ripple like water, but it stayed cold and solid, trapping me in its truth.
What gnawed at me more, though, was the disgust festering in my chest for Lucas. It had bloomed slow and vicious, fed by memories I couldn't shake—the night of the full moon, his eyes wild with anger and j
