"And... yeah, I killed myself,"
Aqualina whispered, her voice empty, hollow, and stripped of emotion. Her gaze slowly returned to the present.
Her expression flickered with fear as if bracing herself for Aether's reaction.
She had poured out everything—her past, her emotions, her guilt, her death. Every piece of her soul had been laid bare before him.
Now, the gnawing fear consumed her: what would Aether do with this truth?
Would he judge her for what she had done?
Would he be disgusted by the choices she made in her desperation?
Would he think less of her now that he knew about her past life?
Would he hate her for the unspeakable act of killing her own daughter?
Would he... leave her?
Each question screamed a resounding 'yes' in her mind, tormenting her with the belief that any sane man would feel the same.
