She was my anchor

As we finally made our way into the quiet sanctuary of our room, the heavy wooden door creaked shut behind us, shutting out the rest of the world. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candlelight casting long shadows across the stone walls.

It felt like a safe haven, a place where we could shed the weight of the day and find some semblance of peace. But even here, in the quiet and the warmth, I couldn't shake the unease that had settled in my chest.

Seraphina moved towards the washroom, her footsteps light and deliberate, as if sensing the heaviness in the air. I followed her, my mind still tangled in a web of doubt and confusion.

The memories of what I had been, of who I had been, played on a loop in my head. No matter how much I tried to push them away, they kept resurfacing, each one bringing a fresh wave of guilt and self-loathing.