Chucckk!
"AETHEERRR!!!"
Maelona screamed as she jolted awake, her body drenched in cold sweat, her breath ragged and uneven, her entire frame trembling.
Her face contorted with a horrified expression as she parted her lips, trying to say something—anything—but no words came out. The vivid image of Aether killing himself was still burned into her mind, haunting her like a cursed memory that refused to fade.
Her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe, her fingers instinctively reaching for the glass of water on the bedside table. But—
Thud!
Trrrrnnngg!!
The glass slipped from her trembling hands and crashed onto the floor, shattering into scattered pieces.... Her fingers clenched the sheets as she stared at the broken shards, her heart pounding relentlessly, her body frozen in a mixture of fear and overwhelming grief.
"-Ha-Ha-Ha..."
Maelona exhaled shakily, dragging in a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.