Third-person POV
The car ride back to Elysium was quiet—at least on Seraphina's end. Her thoughts spun in endless loops, and over and over, she couldn't stop herself from feeling guilty.
The accusation in Yuna's voice earlier, the sarcasm veiling something deeper, something wounded—it was all too much. She had really forgotten Yuna. Completely.
It wasn't intentional, but that didn't change the fact that it happened.
She barely noticed the way her fingers were clenched together in her lap, or how her breathing had slowed as she stared blankly at the passing scenery outside the car window.
"Sera," Electra's voice suddenly broke through the silence, her tone laced with mild irritation. "Why do you look like someone just died? Seriously, you look miserable."
Seraphina blinked, turning her head toward Electra, who was seated beside her with her arms crossed over her chest, a bored expression on her face.
