MY CURSED MATE

I A new beginning I

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KABANATA CI

Third Person's POV

The room was cloaked in stillness, the air heavy with an unspoken sorrow.

Tahimik lang na naka-upo si Everly sa harapan ng bintana, nakatingin sa malayo habang pinapanood ang paggalaw ng mundo sa labas ng bintanang iyo.

The forest stretched endlessly before her, vibrant with life, but to her, it seemed like a world she no longer belonged to. Her silver hair, dulled with days of isolation, framed her pale face, and her eyes, once burning with determination, were now clouded with sadness.

Lumipas ang mga araw ng wala masyadong pagbabago sa kanyang estado.

Morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the wooden floor with golden streaks, and by evening, the amber hues gave way to the soft glow of moonlight.

And yet, Everly barely moved from her spot, her fingers absently tracing patterns on the windowsill as she wrestled with the memories that danced just out of reach in her mind.

Noong una ay puno ng pag-aalala ang buong pack dahil sa kalagayan niya. Panaka-naka silang titingala sa bintana ng kwarto ni Everly sa tuwing mapapadaan sila doon, ngunit kagaya ng estado nito noong mga nakaraang araw ay walang nagbago, balot pa din ng blanko ang ekspresyon nito.

Some even attempted to leave small tokens—flowers, trinkets, or handwritten notes of encouragement—but they always remained untouched.

Kalaunan ay nasanay na sila sa tahimik na presensya nito. Ngayon sa tuwing dadaan sila sa kwarto nito ay isang magaang ngiti na lamang ang kanilang binibigay dito kahit pa wala silang nakukuhang tugon mula dito. Iyon ang kanilang paraan ng pakikiramay sa kung ano mang pinagdadaanan nito.

Sometimes, when the walls of her room grew too suffocating, Everly would step out onto the terrace. The cool breeze would kiss her skin, carrying with it the earthy scent of the forest and the faint hum of life beyond her self-imposed prison. She would close her eyes and take deep breaths, but the heaviness in her chest never lifted.

She always felt his presence. Greyson. He thought he was subtle, but she knew he was watching, always at a respectful distance. Whether from the shadows of the trees or the edge of the courtyard, his piercing gaze followed her every move.

His protectiveness was suffocating, yet oddly grounding. She despised it and craved it all at once.

Namayani ang boses ni Eve sa kanyang utak matapos ang ilang minutong katahimikan.

"Killing yourself won't solve this. Lady Weresfia's soul won't awaken unless your memories are complete. The pain is part of the process, Everly. It's the key." Usal nito sa kanyang isip.

Humigpit ang pagkaka-kapit ni Everly sa railings ng teresa matapos marinig iyon. Sakit. Iyan ang paulit-ulit na bukambibig sa kanya ni Eve matapos ang lahat ng nangyari.

Pinaliwanag nito sa kanya na ang susi upang mabalik ang lahat ng kanyang memorya ay sakit. Iyan din ang dahilan kung bakit tila inabandona siya ni Eve nitong mga nakaraang linggo, upang harapin niya ang lahat ng mag-isa dahil sa ganong paraan ay mas ramdam nito ang bawat sakit sa kanyang sistema.

The thought consumed her, a dark cloud looming over her already fragile heart.

She had endured so much—betrayal, loss, the weight of a war that should have broken her, yet here she stood. If the pain she had already suffered wasn't enough, what more was required? What other torment could she possibly endure?