The weight of Angie's words stayed with me, gnawing at my thoughts like a slow-burning fire as I made my way back to my quarters. Each step felt heavy, and my mind couldn't shake the conversation we had just had. The idea of sacrifice, especially if that sacrifice involved Aimee, made my chest tighten with an unbearable tension. How could I be expected to let go of the one thing that kept me tethered to the world, the one person who gave me hope in this twisted, cursed existence?
I walked into my room, shutting the door behind me with more force than I intended. The darkness inside the room mirrored the one I felt inside, thick and suffocating. I could feel the curse pulsating just beneath my skin, threatening to take control once again, as it always did when I felt weak or overwhelmed. And right now, I was both.
