[Afternoon]
•Bedroom•
[Ovelia's POV]
I hugged the pillow to my chest until the embroidered edges dug into my forearms, my body still shaking with the aftermath of everything that had happened. Though the misunderstanding with Ace had been resolved, his abrupt departure left a hollow space between my ribs that ached with each breath. The revelation of my own feelings had struck me like summer lightning—first the dazzling brightness of realization, then the rolling thunder of consequences.
This is love then, I thought, pressing my flaming cheek against the cool cotton pillowcase. Not just the sweet parts, but the terrifying sense of falling with nothing to catch you too.
"Lady Firera?" I reached out mentally, my fingers curling tighter around the pillow's edges.
Her presence shimmered in my consciousness like the air above a hot hearth—wavering, warm, almost visible. "You seem troubled. What weighs on your heart?"
