CHAPTER 6

“Her attempts to piece together a shattered connection were met with indifference, a painful dance of hope and heartache.”

Author's POV:

In the quiet sanctuary of her room, Ava clings to a well-worn diary, its pages burdened with the weight of unspoken agony and tearful laments. The moonlight, a spectral companion, casts an ethereal glow upon her, accentuating the raw emotion etched across her face.

Her hair flowed like a witch spell as the night wind danced through the thick knots. Her eyes trained on the pages that held her sanity. Her hands trembling as she caressed the portrait.

The distant howls, like haunting echoes, mirror the inner tempest of her soul, each reverberation a poignant reminder of the profound sadness that envelops her in the stillness of the night.

Her heart was heavy and her breathing labored as she stared haphazardly at the set of eyes on the white canvas that was both her curse and blessing.

"Why is his perception so veiled? Each effort to mend the chasm is s