92 Echoes of Sorrow

Lia watched as Damon's silhouette disappeared into the shadows, his footsteps echoing faintly in the empty hallway. The weight of their conversation hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension that refused to dissipate. "Lia..." Damon's voice trailed off, choked with emotion, before he vanished around the corner, leaving Lia standing alone in the dimly lit corridor. Her heart ached with a profound sense of loss, the absence of Damon's presence leaving a gaping void in her soul. She longed to reach out to him, to bridge the chasm that had opened between them, but she remained rooted in place, paralyzed by uncertainty and fear. Hours stretched into eternity as Lia wandered aimlessly through the labyrinthine corridors of her thoughts, each step a solitary echo of the tumult raging within her soul. As night fell, casting long shadows across the empty hallways, Lia found herself drawn to the quiet solitude of her room. The silence enveloped her like a shroud, suffocating in its in