My Sweet Stella

The silence was dense, almost palpable. The darkness around her felt like a heavy mantle, wrapping Stella in an endless void. 

Her mind was still trapped in memories, in the weight of pain, and the intensity of the past that Vergil had made her relive. But slowly, consciousness began to return. 

Her eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the dimness of the room. The softness beneath her body and the warmth surrounding her told her she was in a bed. 

Her body was relaxed, more than she remembered it could be, and for a brief moment, everything felt... peaceful. 

But then, as her mind cleared, the memory of her tears, of Vergil's comforting touch, of the way he held her, came back like a wave. Stella furrowed her brow slightly. 

She... broke down. 

In front of him. 

She had let him see her at her most vulnerable. 

A discomfort tightened in her chest at the thought, an internal conflict between pride and relief.