Eira's POV
After drinking the porridge, it didn't take long for my body to react. My skin began to itch, a raw discomfort spreading across my chest. Breathing grew heavier with each passing second.
Despite the growing tightness in my lungs and the burning beneath my skin, a faint smile played on my lips.
'I'm going to meet Alice.'
I curled up in the bed, ready for the end. Darkness began to cloud the edges of my mind, pulling me gently toward the abyss. I was dying. Finally.
At the final moment of life, what does a person think about? Perhaps not of regrets or pain. Maybe they think of the memories they cherished the most.
My subconscious drifted six years back into the past, the day when Alice took me to her home for the first time.
But I didn't know that day would lead me to him, the one who stole my heart the moment I saw him.
