Phoebe’s POV
Everything felt hollow. Just like when I ate and tasted nothing, now I couldn’t feel anything at all.
A massive emptiness consud my chest.
I experienced numbness, then overwhelming sensation all at once. This contradiction of my reality choked . I had no idea what to feel or how to act. All I craved was for this tornt to end.
One second I longed for sleep, the next I felt capable of staying awake for days.
I lacked the strength to rise from my bed, yet restlessness plagued because of my inactivity.
Every ti I pressed my hand to my stomach, the weight crushing my chest intensified.
I had lost the baby.
I had lost my child.
I hadn’t even realized I was carrying when I lost the little one, and there was nothing I could have done to stop it.
I shouldn’t feel this devastated since I’d been unaware. How could I grieve sothing I never knew existed?
Yet that’s exactly what consud now. I was completely lost. My chest felt crushed, as though a stone pressed down on .
How was it possible to feel this way?
"How are you feeling, my lady? Do you need sothing? Are you in pain anywhere?" Marcela’s worried voice reached .
I stared at her. I watched her lips move, but I couldn’t process her words.
It was as if I’d separated from reality, observing everything around from outside my own body.
This wasn’t my first experience with this sensation—feeling detached from myself while my mind drifted.
But now I was completely severed from the real world.
"If you’re hurting anywhere, please tell , okay?" Marcela spoke with a tenderness that could soften iron, yet I felt nothing. Even her touch brought no warmth. "I’ll step out for a mont."
I watched Marcela exit the room, then returned my gaze to the window, to the garden where magnolia blossoms displayed their beauty.
Soone had once shown that kind of care. But I couldn’t recall who. Soone with a radiant smile.
A girl.
A girl who had lost her family in the war.
The girl I had considered a friend. Soone who had first shown kindness in this place.
Mason.
One instant I felt nothing, the next every ounce of pain crashed over at once, as if a dam of suffering had burst inside .
"Ugh..."
I doubled over, gasping for breath.
I wasn’t wounded—the injuries on my body were healing—but why did it feel like thousands of blades were piercing ? Why did it feel like I was being beaten senseless?
"It hurts..."
I gripped my chest.
Breathe, breathe, get control of yourself...
I spoke to myself. I fought for air.
But my condition only worsened as my mind replayed the mont Perry murdered Mason. The blood that splattered across my face. The crimson trail on the floor, and the sickening tallic scent that filled the air.
The girl was gone. Mason was dead, slain by my mate.
So was my unborn child.
Perry could have saved the baby, but he chose not to.
He’d been too furious with to even consider our child.
He didn’t care about the baby. He never wanted it.
Another voice rang in my head.
I clutched my chest and stumbled from the bed. My legs gave out and my body was engulfed in agony that raged beneath my skin.
The pain in my chest doubled, emptying my mind of all thought. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound erged.
I couldn’t breathe, my mouth was parched, and my throat burned. I needed to make it stop.
The pain was unbearable. I couldn’t endure it.
"Help... it hurts..."
My body convulsed on the floor like a dying fish.
I accidentally struck the table, sending everything on top crashing down.
The table itself collapsed on , yet that pain felt dull compared to what I was experiencing.
The world was fading, and I was deteriorating rapidly, as if all air had been stolen from my lungs.
Several glasses shattered on the floor, and as I continued writhing, the sharp fragnts sliced my skin, drawing blood.
But the more physical pain I felt from the cuts, the less I felt the internal tornt.
The blood.
Perhaps my blood was causing my suffering.
I didn’t know where the thought ca from, but since more blood made feel lighter, I grabbed a sharp shard and sliced my wrists.
More blood poured from my wound, extinguishing the fire within , and I welcod the coolness. This felt so much better...
With that realization, I cut my other wrist, releasing more blood.
I was sitting in a pool of my own blood now, but I didn’t care because the pain had finally stopped.
More... more...
I thought to myself, so I made a cut on my leg this ti. The red liquid flowed freely from my body, and finally I could breathe, the crushing weight gone. I felt weightless, as if I could float...
This was so much better...
It brought instant cold and silent relief when I leaned against the fallen table, and I didn’t resist when the quiet enveloped .
I felt better now...
I wanted to sleep.
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