Amethyst’s POV
It was him.
Standing right in front of me.
It was as if the very floor beneath my feet was slowly starting to crumble away.
I couldn't move from where I stood, completely frozen in place.
I felt like I was being suffocated, trapped under an invisible weight pressing down on my chest.
I can’t breathe.
Then, all at once, I felt something in my hand.
Something warm and soft.
Instinctively, I looked down at my hand.
"Wake up, Amethyst," I heard a voice say.
That voice felt imbued with warmth, wrapping around me like a comforting blanket, and it made me feel safe.
"Please, love. Wake up," it urged again.
I looked around my surroundings, panic beginning to settle in.
I need to get out of here.
"Please."
With a sudden jolt, I woke up.
Almost immediately, I was met
