Aria: Scales of Love
A sob tore from my throat, a raw, gut-wrenching sound of pure despair, and I collapsed into her arms, burying my face in her shoulder as the full weight of my loss crashed down on me.
She held me, her arms wrapped around me in a fierce, protective hug, her own body trembling with the force of her own silent sobs. We stayed like that for a long time, two broken girls clinging to each other in the sterile, silent room, our shared grief a heavy, suffocating blanket.
When the storm finally passed, she pulled back, her hands gently cupping my face. “I’m so sorry, Aria,” she whispered, her voice a hoarse, broken sound. “I’m so, so sorry.”
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