And now,
I was kneeling in front of him.
Blood was running down my face.
My whole body was shaking.
I lifted my head, trying to see him clearly.
His expression was… complicated.
As if something were lodged in his throat.
His lips moved a few times, but no sound came out.
My ears were still ringing.
The world was wrapped in cotton.
Suddenly, his voice cut through the fog— sharp, cold, undeniable.
“You could get out.”
This time, I understood the shape of his mouth.
He was letting me go.
Really?
I froze.
The trembling grew worse.
“Go. I would leave right now.”
My voice was so broken it didn’t even sound human.
I didn’t care about the pain.
Didn’t care about the blood.
I braced myself on the floor, using hands and knees to push up.
My leg buckled.
I almost fell again.
