Killian's POV
I stood in my dimly lit room, lost in the suffocating grip of my grief. A soft knock at the door shattered the silence like a ray of sunlight piercing through storm clouds. Slowly, tentatively, I made my way to the door, my heart heavy with the weight of my sorrow.
I opened the door only to see Ursula standing before me, her expression a mirror of the pain etched upon my own features. Without a word, she stepped into the room, her presence a comforting anchor in the midst of my tempestuous emotions.
"Killian," she murmured softly, her voice a gentle caress against the jagged edges of my shattered heart. "I heard about Elena. I'm so sorry."
I could only nod in response, the lump in my throat choking back the flood of words threatening to spill forth. Ursula moved closer, her hand reaching out to brush against mine in a silent gesture of solidarity.
