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One Hundred And Eight

Author: Torii
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-25 01:32:13

Aurora’s POV

Right now, I felt like the world was collapsing around me.

I was sitting curled up on the edge of my bed, the silence of the room pressing down on my chest like a weight.

My eyes were swollen from crying too much, and my heart was aching with too many emotions at once.

Grief, guilt, confusion… and longing.

It was almost a week now but my father still hadn’t woken up. Each day I asked to see him, the physician shook his head. His condition had worsened overnight, and he was slipping deeper into a coma.

And then there was Asher.

The very thought of him made my chest clench. I had missed him so much. His voice, his scent, his warmth but I couldn’t forget how everything had happened.

My decision to leave the palace was not because of anger, instead, I had left for peace, for clarity but none of it had come.

“What should I do now?" I mumbled, hitting my chest as my tears blinded my vision.

Suddenly, a knock broke through the stillness and I lifted my head, wondering who
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