Ella's POV
In life, there were things you simply had to learn to live with, things no amount of pleading or anger could undo. In my case, it was the truth that I had been so close to becoming a mother, only for that future to be taken from me. Almost every night, I questioned the Moon Goddess, asking why she had chosen my child, why she had decided that I was not meant to hold him.
Even as time passed by, it didn't heal the wound, not really, but it dulled the sharpest edges enough for me to breathe again. I learned how to wake up without expecting to feel his weight in my arms, how to exist without breaking apart every hour.
The days went by one after another, and unlike my time in Vincent's mansion, where loneliness had been my constant companion, I wasn't alone anymore. I had Vivian. She was always there, adjusting her work schedule just to stay with me, filling the silence with her presence when words failed.
