Electra's POV
I watched as Seraphina sat on my bed, her head resting against the headboard, her arms limp at her sides, and an unmistakable dejected look in her eyes. She had barely said a word since she arrived, just sitting there, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
I sighed, already growing restless from the silence. "Did you come all the way here just to sulk?" I asked, folding my arms. "You look like you're in mourning."
Seraphina turned her head slightly to glare at me, unimpressed, but her expression didn't hold the usual bite. Her voice came out soft, almost shaky. "Of course, I'm in mourning," she said. "I'm mourning the death of my first ever friendship—the first person my age who ever spoke to me with a smile."
Her voice cracked slightly at the end, and I immediately knew she was close to tears.
I pushed off the couch, walking over to the bed and sitting beside her. I let a moment pass before I asked, "How did the conversation with Yuna go?"
