"What have you done?"
The question hung in the air, heavy and trembling, like something fragile that could shatter at any moment.
But the truth was… it didn't matter anymore.
I gave a faint smile and simply ignored her. There was nothing left to explain, nothing left to defend. I had long since stopped wanting to repeat my suffering for others to hear. Pain like that wasn't something you could truly describe anyway. The more you tried to explain it, the more meaningless it sounded. Words were too small for things like that.
Vivian suddenly stumbled toward me, her steps uneven, her arms stretched forward like she wanted to pull me into an embrace.
"Elena, I'm sorry…"
Her voice broke halfway through the sentence, the apology cracking apart as tears filled her eyes.
But I stood still.
I had clawed my way out of hell with bleeding hands. I hadn't survived all that just to stand here now and watch someone perform a scene of regret in front of me.
