Death loomed over me, its shadow impossible to escape. No matter how hard I tried, it felt inescapable, tightening with each passing moment. A tear slipped down my cheek.
“Ginevra,” I murmured, my voice tinged with pain, a quiet plea in the stillness of the room.
“Yes, Blake,” he answered softly, his gaze searching mine.
My hand lifted, trembling slightly, to cradle his cheek. I loved him so deeply it hurt. The depth of it was suffocating, overwhelming, but it brought clarity too. I understood now—everything. Cordelia, myself, the reasons I’d held him so close, almost as if I were keeping him captive.
But was this love if it caused him so much pain?
Tears streamed freely now, and I forced down the words that threatened to spill from my lips. I had to let him go. He deserved his own path, free from the chains I’d bound him with. This had gone on far too long.