Ama…
Ama!
Darkness clawed at the edges of her vision, a suffocating blanket pulling her into an endless pit.
"What's happening?" she gasped, the question a fragile thread against the encroaching black.
She fought to stand, to anchor herself in the present, but her body betrayed her, tilting, falling. Panic seized her, a cold hand squeezing her heart.
Was this it? The end of everything?
A single tear escaped, tracing a cold path down her cheek as she plummeted, bracing for impact. But instead of a hard floor, she met a warm embrace. Strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, a sanctuary in the chaos. A familiar heartbeat drummed against her ear, a steady rhythm of comfort.
"Didn't I say I'd always be there to catch you?" a voice, laced with a familiar blend of exasperation and affection, whispered close to her ear; a voice she has finally come to used to like recently.
