Elora’s POVThose days just tangled together, like I was drifting through some dream I didn’t really want to wake up from. For a while, I was convinced I was dying as everything felt muffled. But then, bit by bit, warmth started creeping back in. Every time I managed to claw my way up to the surface, there was Dominic. Sometimes reading a book, sometimes just sitting there, not saying a word. Sometimes he’d be seated in that chair, passed out, looking like he hadn’t slept in a month. My body hurts, sure. But honestly? My heart hurt way more.Dante showed up every day too. Brought food, flowers, silly little things from before, when life made sense. But when we locked eyes, there was always this weird tension, fear, guilt, I don’t know. Pick your poison.And Dominic, well, he just kept showing up. Didn’t ask for anything. Didn’t give me the “you have to fight” speech or beg me to stick around or whatever. He just… existed. That was enough.One night, after the fever finally reduced a
 Last Updated : 2025-10-24
Last Updated : 2025-10-24