Eira's pov
I was drowning. Not in water, but in memories that clawed at me every time I closed my eyes. Even in sleep, I could feel the weight pressing down,like sinking into a cold abyss with no surface to break through. The nightmare never ended. It wasn't just the way the wedding crumbled, all those hollow vows and forced smiles. It was the loss of the child I never even got to hold, the life that was supposed to grow inside me and be a part of something real, something hopeful. Gone. Just like that. And I'll always be goddamn guilty about that most probably for the rest of my life.