AMARA’S POV

It was too heavy.

Everything was just too heavy.

Ny head, my muscles, even my own eyelids. It was just too heavy to move.

The pain in my bones loosened its grip for a moment, leaving me with only a second of relief before striking even harder, even more merciless. A groan left my lips as I pinched my eyes even tighter. Somehow, that seemed to make it even worse.

What is this pain? Why was I feeling this way? Why is my memory so foggy? I can’t remember anything. When I looked ...