Dravina POV

I woke to an empty bed.

Cold.

Silent.

The absence pressed down on me, thick and suffocating, as though the space itself had weight. A strange ache twisted in my chest, a hollow pain I hadn’t anticipated.

If someone had ever tried to explain what severance truly felt like, I wouldn’t have understood. Neither would he. It wasn’t something you could capture in words or brace yourself for. It was only something you endured raw, lived and I was living it now. And there was ...