Cassian
I watched her sleep, her face contorted with fear even in her sleep. It's unsettling, the depth of her distress even when she's unconscious. Guilt gnawed at me like a relentless beast, clawing at my insides. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, though I knew those words were woefully inadequate.
Not wanting to disturb her fragile rest, I slipped out of the room and made my way to the private beach in the residence. The sound of crashing waves offered a fleeting distraction from the turmoil swirling within me. Standing on the shore, staring into the endless expanse of the ocean, I grappled with a storm of emotions.
Seeing her lying there, bruised and broken, evoked a storm of emotions within me. Guilt, anger, and a profound sense of responsibility mingled in a mix. How could I have let this happen? Am I the type of man who stands by while a woman suffers such brutality?
