Moonberry
Bitter and Sweet, do not eat.
Actions. Aedri is trying not to cry and going through emotional trauma. blah blah blah
Aedrianna Belmonte
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Aedrianna moved like a ghost, allowing herself to be tugged along as if her body was no longer her own. The weight in her chest deepened. It was as if every breath threatened to shatter her from within, yet she did not break. Her tears, unbidden and silent, streaked her cheeks like the first raindrops of a storm that refused to fully form. Sorieiel had vanished, along with the rest of her companions, swallowed by the same fate—or worse. The ache of abandonment hollowed her bones, each step heavier than the last. The world pressed in on her, cold and unforgiving, as loneliness encircled her heart, suffocating.
Her father’s face—frozen in that grotesque mimicry of life—burned behind her eyelids. His ash still clung to the air, and she swore she could taste the bitter remnants of him on her tongue. Could her friends have suffered the same? Transformed into twisted reflections of what they once were, like him? The thought clawed at her soul, leaving wounds that would never heal.
At Yume’s telepathic prod, Aedrianna’s hand twitched, a faint squeeze in response. The warmth of the girl's touch was distant, barely registering against the cold that had settled into her very marrow. She wasn’t rejecting the comfort, but she couldn’t fully embrace it either. Moments ago, her emotions had erupted like a wildfire, raw and uncontrollable, but now she felt numb—shut off from the agony that had nearly drowned her. The pain was still there, of course, lingering beneath the surface, a deep and endless sea, but she had forced it back.
The world had grown dimmer. Colder. Her heart thudded in her chest, an uneven, broken rhythm, and the memories—oh, the memories—they were lined with a sorrow that threatened to consume her. Nostalgia twisted into grief, every smile and laugh from her past now tainted with the loss of the man who had raised her. She felt as though she were crumbling, piece by piece, dissolving into the ash that still floated in the air around her.
Aedrianna’s lips twitched, a mockery of a smile, but no words came. They were trapped, suffocating beneath the weight of her sorrow. She wanted to speak, to offer Yume something—anything—but her voice had been stolen, bound in chains by the grief that now held her prisoner. Perhaps Yume should not probe so deeply into her mind, a mind fractured and fragile, barely holding itself together. Each thought she tried to focus on slipped through her fingers like sand, the edges of reality becoming blurred and unfocused.
Martin’s voice reached her ears, but it was muffled, distant, like an echo from another world. She nodded, though the motion felt empty, hollow. She didn’t know what he was saying, couldn’t grasp the meaning of his words, because everything—everything—was too much. The world had become too much.
But still, she had to move. Her feet dragged forward, her body obeying without thought. There was nothing left. No home, no father, no familiar warmth to return to. Just the ash and the silence, the endless, cold silence. And so she moved, because that was all she could do. She had to keep moving.
Because if she stopped, she feared there would be nothing left of her.
