Chapter 121. Reoccurring Dream

Aurora’s POV

Once again, I found myself in that dark room, lying on the same bed as last time. My chest tightened as the familiar suffocating air pressed down on me, and I immediately knew—I was dreaming. Or rather, trapped in the same nightmare that had plagued me for the last few days.

My fingers clenched the edge of the bed, the old, scratchy sheets burning against my palms. It was always this room. My mother’s room.

Every detail was the same—her vanity table cluttered with forgotten trinkets, the faint scent of lavender lingering in the air, her framed picture on the nightstand staring back at me like it knew all my secrets.

I sat up, trembling, as anger surged through me. “Why are you doing this to me, Mom?” My voice cracked, and I barely recognized the rawness in it. My throat burned as I shouted again, louder this time.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone? Why can’t anyone leave me alone? Haven’t you done enough?”

The darkness pressed