CHAPTER 110: Bedridden

Cassius’ POV~~

If there had been anything to be done to bring her back, I would have willingly done it to be with Callista. It’s been five years, and I can’t seem to get her off my mind. It’s like a persistent ache with a haunting melody that plays on repeat. It’s like a shadow that lingers, a ghostly press that refuses to fade into the background.

Have you ever imagined the ache of longing—a relentless yearning that always grips the heart with icy fingers? I have been through hell a lot of times. I always felt the ache, whispering of a presence lost to the void.

The thought that she would have been dead also crashed on me. The weight of her absence bears heavily on me. I was responsible for it all. If she was dead, I was the cause of it. This isn’t a statement of fact. She is probably dead. No omega would survive for a whole five years. Will I ever find solace in this endless night, or am I condemned to dance with phantoms in the realm of what-ifs? Oh, moon goddess, if she had bee