Rising Phoenix

Chapter 30; Echoes Of The Past

Aanya's Perspective:

The grand hall of the masquerade ball faded into the distance as I bolted out of the room. I ran as if my life depended on it, tears streaming down my face. The urgency of escape fueled my every step, and in my haste, my shoes were mercilessly flung from my feet.

Breathless and frantic, I sprinted through corridors and hallways, not caring where I was headed as long as it was far away from that man. Every part of my being screamed for distance, for escape. My mask, once a facade, was now an impediment, and I tore it from my face, hurling it aside without a second thought.

Finally, I spotted an empty bench. Collapsing onto it, I pulled my knees to my chest, attempting to shield myself from the overwhelming emotions that had taken hold of me. My trembling body refused to be calmed, and I huddled further, wrapping my arms around myself.

It was the first time I had come face to face with him since my release. Despite the therapy, the treatments, and the healing, the m