Observing my distress, my motherâs expression softened with concern.
âCaleb, could it be that your grief has overwhelmed you, clouding your judgment? Should I fetch the doctor?â
âNo!â I refused vehemently.
âIâm just tired.
Rest will set me right.
â
âButâ¦â She tried to say something.
I cut her off.
âMom, Iâm really fine.
Iâm not sad.
Iâm just exhausted and need some time alone.
â
âVery well then,â she relented, casting one last worried glance my way before departing.
I was left alone in the silence.
Sprawled on the bed, I mulled over memories of Debra; her face, the moment she disappeared into the rift, our shared trials.
Yet, despite it all, my emotions remained eerily flat.
I began to doubt myself.
Had my love for Debra truly vanished?
Could emotions fade so swiftly?
Seeking answers, I asked Damien, âWhat are your thoughts?â
Damien pondered briefly before responding, âI feel the same emptiness.
Despite Debra being our mate, the excitement isnât there Like before.
â
He confessed with a hint of guilt, âCaleb, itâs as if weâve become heartless.
Detached.
â
I remained silent, lost in thought.
Debraâs POV:
The sky had split open, swallowing me whole, and in its wake, darkness enveloped my senses, pulling me into a coma.
Within this shadowed sleep, my mind churned in tumult, unable to discern up from down.
Suddenly, a sharp, inexplicable pain seized my stomach, jolting my nerves awake.
Amidst the chaos, a sliver of lucidity flickered.
âDebra? Debra! Debra, wake up!â
Ivyâs voice, laced with urgency, cut through the fog in my mind.
Feeling Like I was being dragged from the abyss of a deep ocean, I clung to her call.
The darkness receded marginally as I was pulled towards the surface by an unseen force.
Blinking open my heavy lids, I was greeted by an unfamiliar scene.
Wild weeds and unruly trees surrounded me, giving way to a neglected path carpeted with fallen leaves and mud.