Chapter 97: Dying Is The Easy Part

Maya The room was pitch-black, unfamiliar, and foreboding. Shadows stretched long and deep, whispering something I couldn't decipher. I stood on the threshold, trembling, the air heavy with a strange mix of dread and sorrow. Before I could react, an invisible force pushed me inside, and the door slammed shut behind me. For a moment, all was silent—oppressive. Then, a silvery light sliced through the darkness, spilling from a solitary window. The moon hung high, bathing the room in an otherworldly glow. It lit up a figure standing by the window, a man whose presence both mended and shattered me. He had been my salvation and my undoing. The one who loved me, then left me broken, staring at the pieces he couldn’t stay to fix. “Nate…” The name escaped my lips, a fragile whisper. My chest tightened as I took in his form. The moonlight kissed his features, making him look ethereal, almost unreal. He wore white, spotless and pure, his scars and battle-worn marks gone. This wasn’t the Nate fro