Chapter Twenty Eight

Scarlett’s POV

Before I could comprehend what was happening, my legs gave way beneath me, and I began to collapse. Panic surged through me, but Marco's strong arms caught me just in time, preventing me from hitting the ground. His voice filled my ears, a mixture of urgency and fear, calling out my name.

"M...Marco," I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible. The sound of my own name felt distant, as if it were echoing from a faraway place. I desperately clung to consciousness, but it slipped through my fingers like sand.

I could hear Marco's frantic shouts for help, his voice fading in and out as my senses blurred. Fear welled up within me, mingling with the growing darkness that threatened to consume me whole. I tried to hold on, to fight against the encroaching emptiness, but it was a losing battle.

As the world around me dissolved into blackness, I surrendered to the void, my thoughts consumed by worry for Marco. I didn't want to leave him, not like this. But the strength to re