Chapter 223

[Two years into the coma]

The endless void remained his prison. Darkness stretched infinitely, with only faint echoes of laughter and distant voices. Murat walked through shifting shadows, each step heavy with the burden of time. Days, months, years had passed, but he remained trapped.

This time, something shifted.

A faint glow.

A soft whisper.

He turned, eyes narrowing. There a barely visible face.

Gentle, familiar, the soft curve of a smile, long black hair fluttering like silk in the wind.

Ayleen?

His feet faltered. He reached out. Her face blurred, fading as quickly as it had appeared.

“No… wait.” His voice echoed back at him, swallowed by the void.

The glow dimmed, and the darkness reclaimed him once more.

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Without you, without you—

There’s an emptiness in the air…

Happiness, they say, is fleeting ,a visitor who never lingers.

But pain? Pain makes itself home. It linge