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AUTHOR’S POV The room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence after Oceana’s bombshells. Her parents' expressions were masks of shock and disbelief, frozen in place. Her father moved first, reaching out to touch Oceana’s forehead and muttering, “The fever has broken,” as if seeing her alive for the first time, but Oceana’s anger exploded at his words. “I’m not sick!” she spat, shaking with rage. "Lykos was real, not just something in my head. Our love was real. It was everything I prayed for!” Her voice rose to a scream, raw and filled with anguish. "My heart is bleeding, and it will not stop no matter how hard you try to ignore it. He was my dream, and it shattered!” She yelled, and her parents froze for the second time before her father swam towards the door, his eyes darkening and