"Lumyn," Alden whispered unconsciously.
The name felt familiar… yet utterly foreign. Like something buried beneath layers of dust and time.
Who is she?
He didn't know why Amyra's smile reminded him of her. He just knew it hurt.
His thoughts were clouded. His gaze slowly shifted toward Amyra. Her face full of smiles just a few moments ago had a single tear rolling down.
He blinked.
Huh?
Why is she crying?
"Amyr—" He wanted to ask if she recognized the name.
But then—
An immense pain assaulted his mind. It was sharp and violent. Like something inside him had cracked open.
He stumbled back, his grip slipping from Amyra's hand as his vision twisted into chaos.
The music, the lights and the voices—all blurred into a mess of color and noise.
His knees buckled slightly as he clutched the side of his head.
W….what's happening?
It felt like his very soul was being ripped apart. Then, without a word, he turned and walked away.
