The sun had barely risen when Anana opened her eyes, her body already aching from wounds that had not even formed yet. It was the kind of ache that settled deep into the bones, whispering promises of more pain to come. Every morning was like this now, a quiet, dreadful waiting. Not for the day to begin, but for the night to end.Elia moved around the room in silence, drawing the curtains slowly as if she could delay the arrival of reality. The sheets were already stained from the night before. The scent of blood hung heavy in the air, metallic and cruel."How are you feeling today, Luna?" Elia asked, her voice soft and sad.Anana gave a tired smile. "Like I survived a war that keeps repeating itself."She sat up, wincing as her side throbbed. A scar ran across her ribcage, it was fresh, angry, and unhealed. It joined a growing map of pain on her body, each one etched from a night her husband spent in someone else's arms."You shouldn't have to live like this," Elia whispered, folding
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