Verena stood over Evelyn's lifeless body, her hands trembling.
She had done it.
She had killed her.
Her knees buckled, collapsing onto the cold floor. Why was everything falling apart? Why had it come to this?
The room was a mess.
A haunting blend of blood and betrayal. Evelyn's body lay beneath her, the life drained from it. Her heart was obliterated.
"I… I killed her," Verena whispered to herself, barely able to comprehend it.
How was she supposed to love something that wanted to destroy her?
How could she ever understand love if that love led to destruction?
Saphira finally detached from her, and with it, the strength that had briefly returned to Verena slipped away. She collapsed onto the cold floor, feeling an unbearable weight pressing down on her chest.
"I feel so weak..." she murmured, barely able to lift her head.
One day passed.
Then two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Five days had gone by.
Five long, agonizing days spent lying next to Evelyn's lifeless body.
