Page 206 of His Blue Moon Princess

“Not really… It’s always too late for farewells, anyway,” I mutter, choking up a bit.

She silently starts to cry, too. I know she doesn’t want to do this; she doesn’t want to be the one to see me go. I’m leaving her with a heavy burden, but no one else but Sylviana would have helped me, and we both know that.

She takes my hand. Around us, the flowers silently start growing out, branches crawling all around us on the floor and walls. It’s actually pretty... Roses are blooming all over as the branches keep progressing. They get to my bed and softly carry me to Damian’s bed while Sylviana steps away. They gently set me right next to him. My heart suddenly warms a little as I can finally caress his check.

“Hello, my Love...” I whisper softly to him.

He can’t hear me, but it doesn’t matter. I take a while to look at him. My Damian, my fated mate... Moon Goddess, I love him so much... I don’t want us to part yet, but if I don’t do this, he will leave me into a world I can’t live in...

I have a long thought for everyone who loved me. Liam, Bobo, Nate, Tonia, Elena, William, Daniel... It’s hard. It’shard to leave them, without saying goodbye, without even apologizing for this. But it’s too late for that now.

I lean towards Damian, look at him for the last time, and give him the longest, the most loving farewell kiss of our lives.

I’m floating. I’m numb, drifting in a world of unknown colors: no smell and no sensations, nothing but emptiness around me. I’m a whisper in a sea of emptiness. I’m free, in a place that’s nowhere. ...Is this what dying is like?

It could be a second, it could be a year. I could be an instant mixed with eternity. Time makes no sense here; I wait without expecting anything. Where, When, Who... No questions make any sense to me. I’m just there. Free and... trapped. An ethereal space, a dive in emptiness. My soul on a lock, my mind in a blank. Slowly drifting apart, losing anything I gathered.

There’s no light or warmth to accompany me; there’s no one here. I’m trapped in this mute world, a deaf world. A lonely place, peaceful and scary at the same time, a black hole of emptiness. A long, long thread of loneliness.

I’m so numb and so tired. I’m asleep. I try to fly, I try to soar and climb, to find myself again. I want to go back to them... back toHim.

Ghostly memories echoing on my mind, striving to come back to me. Who am I? What have I lost...? The whisper of a forgotten voice, the shadow of a touch... Something I’ve long forgotten, something I yearn to remember again—memories barricaded behind an invisible wall, a lock keeping me a thought away.

I hear... sounds.

A prolonged wind... Someone’s soft breathing. A little, regular beeping sound. The rumbling of something soft. Footsteps, soft voices... Life. I’m alive.

Or... almost.

I can’t feel a thing, nor my own body. Just hear those sounds, like an echo reaching me—a glimpse of life from behind a heavy veil. Something I can’t touch, but I can gather. Finally, a peek at life.

It comes and goes like a wave that never dares to approach. Sometimes it fades away, sometimes it’s brighter than ever before. I wait for it, I’ll be patient. Please, please come back to me. Wait for me. Forgive me. I’ll be back. No matter how long it takes. I’ll come back to you.

I hear them again.

It’s a long road, a long way up. Wait for me. I’ll come to you, I’m coming.

A ghost of mist holding me back, losing me again. I’ll try again, I’ll find my way back. I’ll catch my breath, I’ll grasp my life again. Wait for me. Give me some time, give me a chance.

The voices come back again. Calling my name, a name I can’t recall. I’ll listen to what I can’t hear. Catching a thread, following it back. How do I get back?

Listen, listen to them. I need those voices. Guide me. Show me the way back home. I’m coming home, coming back to you.

I’ll come back into my life. I’ll get it all back, I will be with you. Wait, wait just a little bit.

One more time, and one more chance. One more breath.

“…Something changed?”

“I think so... Her heartbeat, it’s faster. Look. Even her breathing looks more natural.”

“Check again. We need to be sure this time. We can’t give him false hopes again after so long.”

I’m fighting my way back.

Sensations crawl back in, one after another. The gentle caress of the air on my skin. The heaviness of unconsciousness. The inner echo of my breathing. My heartbeat pulsing in my ears...

“You think she can... hear us?”

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