Aria’s POV
When I woke up, I was already in the hospital.
My consciousness slowly returned. My head felt unbearably heavy, a dull ache throbbing at the back of my skull.
But compared to the tearing, twisting pain in my chest, that bit of pain was almost negligible.
I lay there with my eyes open, staring at the unchanging white ceiling of the hospital room.
The scenes from last night refused to let me go, replaying over and over in my mind.
Especially her—
Marielle.
The moment she raised the vase, her gaze was cold, as if she were looking at an irrelevant stranger.
No hesitation.
No softness.
That blow was merciless.
It felt as though someone had seized my heart in a vicious grip. My breath hitched, and my eyes burned instantly.
Tears slipped down uncontrollably.
One drop.
