(Siena’s POV)
“I've already forgotten about her.”
Raiden's cold dismissal echoes through my mind, each word tearing into wounds I thought long healed, forcing my carefully constructed emotional walls to tremble, to fracture, threaten collapse.
My legs swiftly carry me into the darkened forest, lungs burning as I push deeper into the sanctuary of shadowed trees. Branches claw at my shoulders, catching in my hair, but I barely feel them.
The sharp sting is nothing compared to the agonizing ache spreading through my chest. I stumble forward, gasping for air, desperate for the quiet solitude the forest once freely offered.
I collapse against the rough bark of an ancient oak, its solid strength supporting me as my vision blurs with unshed tears. My fingers press against
