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AUTHOR’S POV "Dorian," Selkie, Dorian's mother, whispered, her eyes wide as she took in Dorian's appearance, and despite his best efforts, Dorian could not hold back and collapsed in her arms, his swollen face making her shudder. She rushed to meet him after being awakened by the staff's announcement of his return in the middle of the night, wondering why. “I ruined everything. Mom. Please, help me,” Dorian choked, and Selkie, hands trembling, cupped his face, asking what had happened. But Dorian couldn’t articulate the full extent of his actions; all he could do was mutter Oceana’s name and repeatedly say that he ruined everything and that he was sorry. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t mean to. "I just... when she... I lost it," he stammered, and his mother's voice was filled with dread