Alex Lunaria's POV
"Michael Alpharia, wake up!" I screamed in fear, seeing him not responding. The harsh rain was pouring on me, and the thunder struck, sending a shiver down my spine.
I looked around, confused about what to do. I needed to act fast.
Looking around and not seeing anything, I pressed Michael's chest hard in a hurry, tears dripping down from my eyes. I couldn't afford to lose him again.
"Wake up, Michael, don't leave me again. I need to make it up to you," I cried, pressing hard on his chest. Desperately, I leaned in, performing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
Even at that moment, with his lips on mine, a wave of emotion washed over me. Time seemed to slow, vivid images of our past flashing through my mind.
Lifting my head, a figure emerged through the rain, bathed in light.
"Is this not that little brat?" Sophia's voice cut through the downpour. I looked at her, feeling utterly helpless.
