Ace's POV
The remnants of our shared meal litter the table - golden pastry flakes, smudges of fruit filling, empty plates sticky with sugar. Ovelia's laughter rings through the room again, that bright, musical sound that makes my chest feel strangely full. I rub my thumb against a stray crumb on the tablecloth, watching it disintegrate into dust.
The warmth in my gut curdles when I remember Philip's joking proposal. My fingers twitch against the wood grain, the memory of that hot, stinging jealousy still fresh. Even now, the thought makes my jaw tighten. Eliana's face flashes in my mind, followed immediately by Ovelia's smile - the way her nose crinkles when she laughs, how her eyes light up when she bakes.
Then the familiar cold creeps up my spine. The world tilts, colors bleeding together as the dining room dissolves into darkness.
▪︎ Dimension Inside My Mind▪︎
