AZRAEL
An inexplicable feeling twists and turns in my gut. My chest tightens with every breath I take, and a sinking feeling engulfs me every time I think of Valoria.
Is this what helplessness feels like?
I've never been helpless, so I can't tell.
Nor have I ever had a reason to be, until I saw her cold limp body on the floor of Elowen's room—blood leaking from her mouth and a fading pulse.
The world itself had paused, faded to black and white. I felt nothing but a feeling akin to death itself, deep and engulfing, consuming me entirely.
Nothing else mattered other than doing everything to get her back, after which I stayed at her side for twenty-four hours until she woke up.
Why had I gone to those lengths?
I haven't figured it out yet. It remains a mystery why I want to bask in the light of her presence, want to hear her voice even if she's screaming at me or calling me a vile disgusting monster.
