A profound sense of devastation and emptiness enveloped her, as if all the light in her world had been extinguished.
Reina sat alone in the dimly lit chamber, her eyes unfocused as she stared into the air. The quiet of the room was almost oppressive, amplifying the aching void left by Lorcan's absence. She hugged her knees to her chest, seeking comfort in the stillness.
The memory of his presence lingered, almost tangible. If Lorcan were alive, she knew he would be by her side, teasing her with a playful grin or drawing her into one of his games, filling the chamber with his vibrant energy.
Now, the silence was a stark reminder of the joy that had once been theirs, leaving her with nothing but the hollow echo of his laughter.
Reina's mind drifted back to moments that were now bittersweet memories
"My Wife Is Beautiful!!. " Lorcan rose from where he sat and walked to Reina lifting her up in his arms and spinning her around.
