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~Lira's POV
The days blurred into each other like dirty water running down a drain, and I never really knew if it was morning or night inside that hotel room. The curtains stayed closed. The air smelled like sweat and dust. I barely ate. I barely slept. All I did was scroll. Refresh. Read. Stare.
Elara's name was everywhere.
Everywhere.
Headlines about her fashion show.
Interviews praising her designs.
Articles calling her Luna Elara, the rising star of the century.
Pictures of her standing proudly beside Alpha Darlon like they owned the world.
Sometimes I thought my chest would split open from how much I hated her. Other times, I wondered if I hated her or if I just hated how the world chose her instead of me.
I whispered to myself in the quiet of that room, almost like a prayer or a curse.
"She took everything. And she gets to shine for it."
