Finding a Reason to Live for

Emma‘s POV

In the quiet solitude of our bedroom, I sit by the window, the soft hum of the city below barely penetrating the thick glass. The world moves on outside, oblivious to the storm that rages within me. Daniel's presence in the room is both a comfort and a reminder of all that I've lost within myself.

He watches me with eyes full of unspoken promises and a love that seems to defy the scars that mar my soul. He approaches slowly, his steps measured, as if he's walking on the fragile surface of my shattered peace.

"Emma, talk to me," he pleads softly, taking a seat beside me. His hand finds mine, the warmth familiar yet so distant now.

I pull my hand away, not out of spite but out of necessity. "How is Lily?" I ask, steering the conversation away from the dark corridors of my mind.

"She’s asking about you every day. She can’t wait to see you," Daniel's voice breaks with emotion. "I can bring her back anytime you feel ready."

"There’s no need," I reply quickly, too quic