| What is this feeling?|

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It was past midnight, when the door opened once again and loud footsteps walked in. Aurora’s heart stopped and dread crept up from the pit of her stomach. More and more tears falling from the corner of her eyes.

She clenched her jaw, biting down hard on her lower lip to stifle any sound that threatened to escape. She didn't want him to hear her cries anymore, didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing the extent of her pain.

Aurora wrapped herself in the white sheets and lay at the couch. It’s been hours since the incident happened at the hall. The whole situation fucked her up, it scared her to her core.

The scene of Lucas's cries, the raw agony etched into his young face, was seared into her memory like a brand. She couldn't shake the image, couldn't escape the overwhelming sense of helplessness that had gripped her in that moment. The pain she had witnessed in her little brother's eyes cut her to the core, leaving behind a deep, gnawing ache that refuse