Griffin's Fears

Griffin~

No.

No, it couldn't be.

I kept repeating it over and over in my head, but the words felt hollow. My pulse pounded in my ears, my chest tightening as if the air had been stolen from my lungs.

The Goddess blessed you with a beautiful diamond, and you threw it away for a plain rock.

That man's words haunted me, twisting in my mind like a relentless storm. If what he said was true—if I had truly thrown away something precious—then I had made a mistake so colossal that it would shatter everything I had worked for.

But I couldn't believe it. I refused to believe it.

"Griffin?" My father's voice cut through my thoughts, his tone sharp with concern. "Why did you suddenly go quiet?"

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breath. "I—I'm not sure yet, Father," I admitted, rubbing my temple. "But… I think I made a mistake."

A long pause. Then, his voice hardened. "What do you mean by that?"