I don't need anyone else

Back in the solitude of my room, I collapsed onto the bed, my body wracked with sobs. The vision of Lydia laughing with that stranger replayed in my mind, a tormenting loop that refused to cease. The depth of my grief felt limitless, as if I were drowning in an endless sea of sorrow.

Time seemed to lose meaning as I lay there, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind of despair and longing. The castle around me remained eerily silent, amplifying the turmoil within. How could Lydia move on so quickly, so effortlessly, while I was trapped in this abyss of heartbreak?

Hours must have passed before I heard another knock on the door. This time, the voice that followed was softer, more hesitant. "Aurelia, it's me, Lise. Can I come in?"

I didn't respond, too consumed by my anguish to care. Moments later, the door creaked open, and Lise stepped inside. She approached the bed cautiously, her eyes filled with concern.