A Queen Among Tempests
Norayr shouts, pacing back and forth in a panic as he tries to offer me comfort through our bond, but no amount of his comfort can ease the pain I feel.
“I can’t do this anymore, Norayr. I can’t live with this pain. I’ve tried, but I just can’t do it,” I wail in despair.
“Don’t talk like that,” he whimpers. “I know you’re hurting; I’m hurting too, but what you just did took so much strength, and I am so proud of you for finally taking a stand. I know it doesn’t make things better or bring Jane back, but maybe…maybe this is a turning point. Maybe now you’ll finally start living for yourself instead of living for others,” he murmurs.
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