Vincent/Vaelthor~
As Nicholas and Sylthara drifted away from the breakfast table, their footsteps echoed down the corridor—soft, rhythmic, then fading like a dying heartbeat. The sound lingered long after they were gone, stretching the silence that followed until it felt unbearable. A weight settled in my chest, heavy and unrelenting. The room, once warm with chatter and clinking cutlery, now felt hollow—too vast, too quiet, as if every shadow was leaning closer to listen to the storm brewing inside me.
