Leah
Something was wrong with me, and it wasn’t getting better. In fact, it was getting worse.
I’d been telling myself for days that the cure needed time. That the noctis bloom had worked, because it had, and that full recovery was just a matter of rest and patience and not using my powers. I’d repeated it to Darien. To Keanu. To myself in the mirror every morning when the face staring back at me looked a little more hollowed than the day before.
But today, the lie stopped working.
The morning started fine. I ate breakfast with Darien, managed a full plate for the first time in a week, and felt genuinely better for about two hours. I attended a meeting with the village elders about the new housing construction for the refugee families.
Then the fatigue hit like a wall I hadn’t seen co
