Elysia stared at Zera, her heart pounding in her chest as the weight of their shared history settled over her like a heavy cloak. Three years. Three years of whispered promises, stolen moments, and unwavering loyalty.
Zera had always been there—through battles, heartbreaks, and everything in between. The memory of their first kiss, stolen beneath the ancient oak in the palace gardens, flickered through Elysia's mind like a distant flame.
She sighed softly, the tension in her shoulders easing ever so slightly. "I love you," she whispered, the words feeling both comforting and agonizing as they left her lips.
Zera's eyes softened, the hurt still evident but now mingled with a flicker of hope. "Then why does it feel like I'm losing you?"
Elysia shook her head, stepping closer. "You're not losing me," she replied firmly. "This... everything that's happened—it's complicated. But my love for you hasn't changed."
