She gazed at me again, turning around, and in her eyes you could see she was about to break into tears. She then asked me with a voice of concern" And what if that darkness is the only thing who's ever really gotten it about me?"
I felt something in me crack.
This wasn't just her giving in to temptation.
This was her breaking.
I had always fought for her. But maybe… maybe I had never fought to truly understand her.
And now, it might be too late.
She raised her hand, the dark veins throbbed beneath her flesh. Her fingers curled—reluctant yet submissive.
I stepped forward. "Emilia"
"Don't" she said and her voice barely whispered.
I stopped, then she took a step back away from me.
{Emilia's POV }
I could still hear Vickson's voice.
Desperate. Pleading.
The sound had faded into a distant echo from a life that had become unrecognizable to me.
A life I no longer belonged to.