Morgana let out a soft sigh as the topic shifted almost too smoothly, just as she had hoped.
She didn't want her niece to suffer again, and so Morgana while listening to Lia's new topic, her gaze drifted, quiet yet heavy, toward the unseen presence of the one who had hurt Lia, as if even the air still remembered him.
'Even if the memories are erased, the imprint he left still lingers within her… has he rooted himself deeper than any of us inside her heart?' she wondered.
Morgana and Mary had stood beside Lia from the moment she first opened her eyes to the world, had held her through every fragile step and every fleeting joy.
And yet, somehow, a boy who entered her life barely a year ago had become something irreplaceable... like a quiet pillar holding up the fragile temple of her heart.
How devastating it felt, truly… a quiet, aching kind of devastation that settled deep within the chest and refused to leave.
