Chapter 76 Fragile Chance

• ~ Thorne ~
• The morning sun was barely peeking over the horizon as I made my way toward the dining hall, but my mind was already clouded with thoughts of Elara. Every day it seemed like there was another obstacle between us, with Ronan’s meddling, her own uncertainty, and now, the growing sense that I was losing her piece by piece. I clenched my fists, trying to shake off the anxiety that gnawed at me, but the feeling lingered like an unwelcome guest.
• As I approached the hall, I caught sight of her. Elara was seated alone at one of the long wooden tables, her delicate features cast in soft light. My heart tightened at the sight of her. She looked lost in thought, her brow furrowed, a trace of sadness in her eyes. I hated seeing her like this, knowing that I was part of the reason for her turmoil.