Seraphina's words hit me like a jolt of electricity, cutting through the fog of confusion and fear that had clouded my mind for what felt like an eternity. "Then don't," she said, her voice steady, her eyes burning with a fierce intensity that left no room for doubt.
"Don't run. Don't pretend. Face it, Elara. Face who you were, and then decide who you want to be."
The weight of her words settled over me like a blanket, heavy but comforting, grounding me in the moment. I felt like I was on the edge of a precipice, teetering between the person I had been and the person I wanted to become.
But Seraphina's presence, her unwavering belief in me, kept me from falling.
Before I could respond, Seraphina stepped forward, wrapping her arms around me in a warm, protective embrace. I froze for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden contact, but then I melted into her arms, burying my face in her shoulder.
