NYXQEE’S POV
The sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the clinic, casting faint golden hues on the pale walls. My steps felt heavier with each stride, yet I pushed forward, clutching the edge of my courage like a fragile thread. If I was truly ready to move forward, to start anew beside King Quennor, I needed to face the past that still haunted the corners of my heart. And that meant seeing Glaive one last time.
With a shaky breath, I slowly opened the door to his room. The quiet beeping of machines welcomed me, along with the sterile scent of antiseptics. There he was, lying motionless on the hospital bed, his chest rising and falling rhythmically under the covers. His face was bruised, and his arm bound in a sling. He looked... peaceful, almost like the pain had finally given
