Warrior Princess

Lesley sat by the window, her gaze fixed on nothing in particular. The world outside blurred into a haze of muted colors, as if her mind had draped a veil over her senses. She had finally stopped overthinking, but the silence in her head was deafening. Numbness crept through her veins, a heavy, suffocating weight that made her feel both empty and overwhelmed. Zoe's voice echoed faintly in her memory—their earlier conversation had been light, almost cheerful. Zoe was fine, perfectly fine. Yet, the ache in Lesley's chest only deepened. She longed to be with her, to wrap her arms around Zoe and never let go. But here she was, in Osaka, with Jace by her side, and still, she felt utterly alone.