Location: Villa Bedroom – 5:29 AM
Facial Expression + ActionSelina's eyes shot open.
The bed was cold.
The space beside her—empty.
She sat up instantly, the sheet clinging to her damp skin. Her fingers fumbled for warmth, for presence. For him.
Nothing.
Not a whisper.Not a sound.Not even the scent of his cologne.
"Eclipse…?"
Her voice cracked like glass under pressure.
No answer.
Only the soft rustle of wind slipping through the half-open balcony doors.
He left.
Just like that.
No note. No warning. No explanation.
It was like waking from a dream and realizing the warmth never existed—just the ache of its absence.
Her chest tightened. Not with betrayal.
But with terror.
Because this time… it wasn't her who walked away.
And that made it worse.
Grief bloomed in her lungs like ink dropped into clear water—beautiful, toxic, and impossible to separate from what was once clean.
She stumbled to the door, barefoot. Eyes wide. Hair tangled in sleep's aftermath. She ran through the halls like a ghost still hunting for her heartbeat.
The kitchen.Empty.
The study.Empty.
His jacket—gone.The pendant—gone.The ring—still on her finger.
Scene Switch – Later, by the garden
She found a letter.
Pressed into the rose bush like it was too cowardly to be left on the bed.
Her hands trembled as she opened it.
Only three words:
"I remember everything."
And beneath it—a photograph.
Young Eclipse. Young Selina.
And a third face—blurred. Familiar. Too familiar.
She fell to her knees.
Because that face wasn't just part of her past.
It was the face of the man who ruined her life.
Selina's phone rang.
Caller ID: Blocked.
She hesitated.
Then answered.
A voice—raspy.Chilling.Mocking.
"If you want him back, Selina… come alone. And bring the truth you've been hiding."
The call ended.
And behind her…
Ethan stood silently. Holding a torn photo.
"Who is he, Mom?""Why is he… in my dreams too?"