Chapter 146
Aurora’s P.O.V
The suffocating darkness clung to me like a second skin as I bolted upright, gasping, and my lungs struggling against the thick air. Cold sweat slicked my forehead, and I pressed a trembling hand to my chest, trying to steady my breaths. But nothing helped.
The darkness was all around me, pressing down like a suffocating blanket.
Caleb!” I called out, my voice cracking, the sound faint and swallowed by the abyss. Panic clawed at me.
“Caroline! Where are you?” My voice, though desperate, seemed to vanish the second it left my lips, devoured by the void.
I staggered to my feet, my bare toes brushing against what felt like jagged stone. Every direction was the same–black, infinite, and oppressively silent. I reached out blindly, my hands groping for something, anything, to ground me. My heart pounded wildly in my chest.
“Caleb, if you can hear me, say something!” I shouted again, louder this time, but the silence pressed back, mocking me with its weight. A shiver racked my body as I hugged myself, trying to keep from panicking.
breaking. A sickening
Then I felt it–a subtle tremor beneath my feet, like the ground beneath me was alive. “What the hell is this?” I whispered, though my voice barely registered in my own ears. The tremor grew stronger, and the hard surface beneath me began to shift. It wasn’t just moving; it was… crack echoed through the void, the first real sound I’d heard, and it sent a wave of terror through me.
I stumbled, falling to my knees as the ground beneath me splintered. “No, no, no,” I muttered, crawling backward as the fissure widened.
“This can’t be happening!” My voice cracked as I screamed again for Caleb.
“Caleb! Where are you? Please!” The words felt useless, the sound muted as though the darkness was swallowing them
whole.
Suddenly, the tremor turned violent. The ground beneath me tilted sharply, and I slid forward, clawing at the jagged edges for grip. My fingers scraped against the unforgiving stone, and I cried out as pain shot through my palms.
“Caleb! Caroline! Somebody!” The void answered with nothing but the terrifying rumble of the earth splitting apart. A gust of frigid air rushed up from the fissure, chilling me to my core, and for a moment, I thought I heard a voice–low, guttural, and terrifyingly close.
“Who’s there?” I croaked, my throat raw. I froze, listening, my pulse pounding in my ears. The voice came again, faint but unmistakable. A deep, mocking laugh echoed in the distance, sending a shiver down my spine.
The jagged rocks bit into my palms as I clung desperately, my breath hitching with every scrape.
‘No, no, no–this isn’t happening!” I muttered, my voice cracking. The black rocks were cold and unforgiving, their edges sharp and cruel. My fingers throbbed, blood seeping from fresh cuts, but I refused to let go. Not like this.
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