Rejected and Now Craved
Out of nowhere, the backlash struck mercilessly.
The flowers Chloe had forced into bloom withered overnight, crumbling into ash. The beauty sustained by my essence began to fracture, too. Her skin grew dry, and her hair fell out in clumps.
Night after night, she was plagued by nightmares. She dreamed of a cold, golden moon hanging overhead, silently judging her.
"Ethan… I feel awful," she whimpered, trembling uncontrollably in his arms. "It feels like something inside me is rejecting me. I'm so scared."