Rose pov
Rose lay sprawled on the cold ground, her body trembling, clutching her head as memories crashed through her mind, flooding her with a relentless torrent of images and feelings she hadn't known, and yet somehow had always been a part of her. The memories the ones she had been shielded from came like waves of razor-sharp glass, slicing through her heart and mind.
For several agonizing minutes, she lay there, her breaths shallow and gasping. Each heartbeat brought fresh, searing pain as if her mind and body were at war, trying to reconcile her present self with the realization of her past. She gasped, clutching her chest as though she could hold her heart together. Then finally, the physical pain eased, leaving only the deep, raw ache of regret and a sense of loss that felt bottomless.
