Chapter 54

The once-pristine grandeur of Kellan's room now mirrored the chaos of his inner turmoil. Curtains drawn tight, the room was a shadowy void, dimly lit by the faint glow of a bedside lamp. 

Empty takeout containers and untouched plates of food littered the desk and nightstand, a testament to his refusal to engage with the world outside. The air was thick, heavy with the stale scent of uneaten meals and neglect. 

Kellan sat hunched over on the edge of his bed, his once-commanding frame reduced to something frail. His shoulders sagged under the weight of emotions he couldn't name, his skin pale and sallow from days without sunlight. His hair, usually perfectly styled, was disheveled, a stark contrast to the man he once was. 

It had been over a week since Diara had left, and with her absence came a silence that clawed at him incessantly.