Chapter 99: At Death's Door

Ophelia's heart ached as she witnessed the child, she had grown close to slipping further into the clutches of insanity.

The pain was visceral, a wrenching sensation that echoed in the depths of her being.

Each moment spent watching the unraveling of a once-vibrant mind felt like a cruel twist of fate.

The agony of losing a close friend to madness was a heavy burden that pressed on her soul.

Memories of shared laughter and innocent moments now seemed distant, overshadowed by the haunting specter of mental deterioration.

Ophelia grappled with a sense of helplessness, unable to reach out and pull her friend back from the abyss.

The weight of despair settled on her shoulders, and a profound sadness enveloped her.

She yearned for the days when the child's eyes sparkled with curiosity and joy, not clouded by the shadows of an unforgiving darkness.