Evaline:
The first thing I felt when I woke up again was the coldness of a hand under my own.
My lashes fluttered open slowly, the ceiling above me swimming in soft, golden light before my eyes adjusted. The scent of herbs and medicine still lingered faintly in the air, mingled with the crisp mountain breeze drifting through a half-open window.
It took me only a second to realize where I was - the same room, the same quiet that pressed down like a weight on my chest. And then I turned my head to the right.
Draven.
He was still there, lying motionless on the bed beside mine, the same serene expression carved into his face. His chest rose and fell faintly, as if he was just… sleeping. But I knew better. I felt better.
My fingers tightened weakly around his hand.
The moment my eyes landed on him, memories came flooding back - my helpless attempts to heal him, the way my power had given everything and still failed to bring him back.
And the moment I remembered, the tears started.
