Mariana’s Pov“I killed my mother,” he stutters, his voice barely audible, yet it feels like a scream in the quiet room. My breath seizes for a fleeting moment, the air between us turning cold. I blink, my breath catching as the words settle like lead in my chest. "You. . .what?" I whisper, unsure if I’ve heard him right. His head drops, his hands falling from mine as he steps back, his shoulders slumping under the invisible burden he carries. "I killed her," he repeats, his voice cracking, raw and stripped of all pretense. "Not directly. Not with my hands, but it was me. It was because of me. And I’ve been paying for it every second since." I stand frozen, the ground beneath me feeling unsteady, as if his confession has shaken the very foundation of reality. My hands hang at my sides, itching to reach for him, to pull him back to me, but something in his posture—his self-inflicted isolation—holds me back. “She. . .she tried to protect me,” he continues, his voice distant, a
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