Chapter 99

Syria’s POV

"You were never."

Everything became dull.

I was unable to think, unable to process everything.

I remained seated, gazing at the picture of my parents that I held.

I held it hard, thinking that if I clutched it long enough, perhaps the pain would cease.

Maybe they’ll return.

I missed them so much it physically hurt.

I extended my hand and softly pressed my fingertips against the picture, following their smiles as if it could revive them.

"Could you please give me some space? Just for a moment?" I ask without even glancing at him.

He didn't think twice.

“Of course. Is there anything you need before I leave?”

I shook my head slowly.

"Not right now... I just want to be by myself. If… that okay for you?"

“Sure,” he replied gently. “Anything that brings you comfort. That’s where I stand.”

“Thanks,” I murmured.

I noticed him softly turned around, his steps fading as he approached the door.

A second later, the gentle click of the door shutting echoed in the room.

I lay on the