Every fiber of my being screamed with the urge to confess, to lay bare the truth that twisted my insides. They bubbled at the edge of my lips, just moments away from release. But then an image pierced through my mind — my brother's lifeless body, soaked in blood.
My breath caught in my throat, and I could feel my fists clenching in silent despair.
This was it. There was nothing else I could do.
Swallowing back the weight of my emotions, I approached Killian, the man I loved fiercely. I knelt before him, my heart drumming loudly in my chest, pounding against the confines of my ribs as I tried to steady myself. He looked up at me, eyes bloodshot yet filled with longing, igniting a flurry of memories that tore at my soul.
