Hey everyone,
I wanted to take a moment to share something personal with you all. Over the past month, I haven’t been able to update because I collapsed and was later diagnosed with depression, anxiety, and insomnia. Every time I tried to sit down and write, the medications and side effects made it really hard to focus or stay consistent.
It’s been a rough patch, but I’m finally feeling a little better now. I’ll be easing back into writing and updates gradually, not rushing things, but doing my best to get back into rhythm.
Thank you so much for your patience, and constant support. Your messages and love for the story mean more to me than words can express. Please also remember to take care of your own health, mental and physical, because that’s what truly keeps us going.
With love,
Aurora
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Her existence peeled away piece by piece, until there was only her mind suspended in endless black.
But just at this moment, a cold sensation brushed against her right hand.
Ella stilled at once.
The coldness seeped into her bones but it was not painful. Or harsh even.
Her fading consciousness lurched toward it instinctively.
She felt cold fingers wrapping around her in a firm grip.
Yet despite the piercing coldness, it settled on her like warmth.
Her mind clung to it like a drowning person grabbing their last lifeline.
And suddenly—
Ella’s eyes snapped open.
Bright light stabbed her vision.
Her lungs seized, dragging in a harsh breath as if she were surfacing after being underwater for too long.
There was a vast stretch of white around her and the smell of disinfectants lingered in the air.
A blurred silhouette hovered above her and gradually, the face became clearer in front of her.
Adrian was there.
Green lines of exhaustion were etched under his eyes. Messy black hair framed his sharp brows.
His eyes, normally icy, were bloodshot and the rims slightly swollen, as if he hadn’t rested for days.
He was right beside the bed, holding her hand in a way that felt both too firm and too careful as if he feared that she would slip away from his grip.
Ella blinked slowly, still disoriented, her gaze traveling around the stark white walls, the IV drip next to her—
Indeed, she was in a hospital room.
Her heartbeat spiked and she looked back at Adrian.
He hadn’t moved.
He was still staring at her like he hadn’t breathed until the moment her eyes opened.
She parted her lips, wanting to speak, but her throat was dry and it felt like it was scraped raw. No sound came out.
Adrian did not say a word.
He remained motionless for a moment before he simply reached out, slipped an arm behind her shoulders, and helped her sit up.
His movements were slow and steady, as if she were made of fragile porcelain.
His fingers brushed her cheek as he guided the rim of the glass to her mouth.
Ella’s lashes trembled. She met his eyes for a second, the memory of the nightmare still clawing at her chest.

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