After sharing an emotionally charged moment, one that feels as if it's suspended in time, I envelop her from behind. My arms wrap securely around her waist, and I press my face into her hair, immersing myself in the comforting blend of her natural scent mixed with the faint notes of lavender shampoo. "Stay with me here. Guide me through the labyrinth of this life and beyond. Can you do that for me?"
"I don't know," she murmurs, every word laden with the weight of a lifetime's sorrow and contemplation. "All my life, I've been dedicated to the Tripod marriage. The original plan was for me to end my life after marrying Viktor."
"Why?" I ask gently, my fingers tracing reassuring patterns on the small of her back.
"Because I can't stand him. But I have to fulfill my purpose," she confesses, her voice filled with a quiet determination.