{Elira}
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It had been two weeks since Regina poured scalding water on me.
But what haunted me most in the quiet moments wasn't the pain.
It was Lennon's kiss.
Warm, steady, and heartbreakingly gentle—like a promise whispered against my trembling lips. A promise that, for once, I wasn't alone.
It felt… safe. Too safe. Too soft for someone like me, who had forgotten what softness felt like.
That memory played in my head every night, soothing the ache of burned skin and bandaged eyes.
I could still feel the brush of his thumb near my cheek, the salt of my tears caught between us.
Today, the bandages were finally coming off.
My heart pounded painfully as I sat in front of the vanity. The pack doctor had wrapped both eyes, not just my injured left one, saying it would help it heal.
But what if it hadn't?
What if the first thing I saw today was darkness on my left side?
