EREN'S POV

I stand over Octavia, my mind reeling with shock and concern. She's unconscious, her body limp and still, and blood is oozing from her head. I feel a wave of panic wash over me, and my heart racing with fear. How could I have lost control like that? How could I have hurt her?

I gently tap her cheeks, trying to rouse her, but she's not responding. "Octavia, please, wake up," I whisper, my voice shaking with emotion. I'm filled with regret and worry, wondering how things escalated so quickly.

As I look at her, I'm hit with a flood of memories. Memories of our past, of our...