chapter 49

Sierra pov.

The next day, as I slowly open my eyes, I watch the room gradually fill with radiant light as the sun's warm embrace spills through the curtains. I rise from the bed and take a moment to absorb the transformed beauty of my surroundings.

A sense of melancholy weighs upon me, and I instinctively raise my hands to cradle my aching head, feeling the heaviness of sorrow within me. My body trembles, and I struggle to regain my focus, my mind clouded and scattered. Though the desire to stand surges within me, the weight of despair keeps me anchored to the bed, compelling me to remain seated, my gaze wandering once more.

With my hands shielding my face, I can almost sense the fragility of my emotions, as if my very eyes might spill forth tears of their own accord. The reasons behind my despondency elude me, but I understand that if this feeling persists, there will be no one to offer solace.

Summoning all my strength, I compel my weary limbs to rise, guiding myself towards the doo