His voice trembled as he stammered, “A-Amara—” but he abruptly silenced himself. He rose to his feet, gently laying Selene's head on the cold, hard ground, his eyes fixated on me.
“Are you alright?” he murmured, his eyes scanning me from head to toe.
As his eyes fell upon the crimson pool, a wave of revulsion washed over him, causing his body to instinctively recoil in horror.
“Amara,” he called out, his voice filled with urgency and longing.
“What unfolded before your eyes?” I shifted my focus, my gaze fixated on Selene sprawled out on the cold, hard floor. I gently glide my fingertips through the strands of my hair, feeling the softness and texture beneath my touch. “I really shouldn't...”
“Can I, even for a moment, feel the warmth of your touch—”
“No.”
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