Daphne

I sat in the small, dimly lit room, a sterile smell of antiseptic filling the air. The doctor, an older man with kind eyes, was explaining something about rest and monitoring, but my mind was only half on his words. My thoughts were jumbled, a mix of confusion and determination to understand why Ares had been acting so distant lately.

Just as I was trying to focus on what the doctor was saying, the door creaked open. I instinctively glanced over, and there was Ares, standing in the doorway. His face was a mixture of concern and weariness. My heart skipped a beat, and without thinking, I quickly shut...