Rosalia — POV
I felt as though my very soul was being drained, pain gnawing deeper and deeper into me, tearing at my core until my senses stopped working.
Everything before me turned dark and hazy.
The world around me dimmed, swallowed by shadows that pulsed and twisted at the edges of my fading vision.
It felt like being submerged underwater, unable to breathe, unable to think-just drowning in agony.
My entire body screamed that I had reached my limit, begging me to give up, to surrender, to break.
My muscles shook terribly and my bones seemed to tear from each other thread by thread.
Every heartbeat was like a hammer against my ribs, a throb of pain that echoed in my skull.
But I held on.
I clenched my teeth.
A raw, guttural sound ripped from me, half-growl, half-sob, driven by stubbornness and terror.
I couldn't cease.
Not now, not ever, could I yield.
Because stopping meant death.
Mean loss.
Meant a future I refused to accept.
