Seeking the truth

Denera

“I remember. I remember everything,” I cried out, the weight of my memories crashing over me like waves, each one pulling me under.

Rockan’s expression softened, concern etched deeply into his features. “What did you remember?” he asked gently, his grip tightening slightly, as if he feared I might slip away again.

I took a shaky breath, the air thick with the remnants of my nightmare. “The fire… my dad… my mom… they were trying to protect me.” My voice cracked, each word laced with the rawness of my grief. “I was so scared. I lost them.”

The ache in my chest felt like a deep, unhealed wound, reopening with every recollection.

His eyes darkened with confusion and pain. “Shh,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against the chaos swirling inside me. “It's okay.”

“I... I was safe. It was safe at first,” I whispered, but the comfort of that thought felt distant now, overshadowed by the stark reality of my past.

Rockan shifted closer, his warmth wrapping around me like a protect