Gena's thoughts felt scattered, like pieces that no longer fit together properly.
The world in front of her blurred, the edges of everything melting into each other as if someone had poured water over her vision, and even though she could still hear the boy's voice somewhere in front of her, the words came out broken, distant, like echoes bouncing inside a hollow space.
Ah…
What am I even doing…?
Her breathing was uneven, her chest rising and falling without rhythm, and for a brief moment…just a brief moment…her body stopped resisting.
Is it really necessary… for me to keep going like this?
Her fingers twitched weakly at her sides.
I'm not even like them…
Her mind dragged her backward.
Lady Vera and Ezra.
Images of them flashed past her thoughts—clear, sharp, untouchable.
Strong, confident and unshaken determination.
I'm not talented like them… I'm not even that smart…
Her lips parted slightly as she struggled to breathe through the blood running down her face.
