Chapter one hundred and twenty one

Luka’s POV

I didn't know how to feel in the midst of all of this.

It was strange, very strange to see him lying almost lifelessly on that bed, his once glorious skin looking very pale in comparison with the rest of the dark, bloodied sheets.

His once silver hair was now a matted mess, stuck to his temples, and even when I took care of some of it, most of his hair fell out again right away. It was even worse to see the older woman who had raised me tremble as she cried beside him, her shoulders shook violently as if she couldn't hold herself together anymore.

She looked absolutely terrified. The thought of it alone had me wanting to burst into tears as well.

My throat constricted uncontrollably at the sight, my eyes filling up with tears too. How could things have turned out like this? How could he be lying here on that bed, so still, without making a single movement? Was he still alive?

What was going on with us?

Where was he going when it happened?

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