THE RETURNING WORLD

A warm sensation caressed my cheek, and the orange hue of light penetrated through my eyelids. I lay on something soft, a cushion covered in fabric that felt familiar. I opened my eyes and took in the messy clothes on the floor, the open and disorganised closet, and the sweet smell of the air freshener on the other side of the room. Everything was exactly as I remembered.

To my surprise, there was neither a scar nor a wound when I touched the left side of my face with my hand. My eye was functioning perfectly, but I knew that this was only temporary. I was back inside my loop, and in the real world, I had lost all function in my left eye. It was damaged beyond repair. I became enraged and tightly clutched the bed's fabric.

“You will pay for this, Eliora.”