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Valentine's POV:

I feel an overwhelming sadness, a heaviness in my heart that engulfs me in a suffocating embrace, rendering me silent, devoid of words to express the depth of my despair. The weight of sorrow is so consuming that the thought of sharing it with anyone else feels impossible.

Amidst my silent agony, my mother, the revered queen of Valeria, noticed the silent cascade of tears down my cheeks. Her perceptive gaze caught the shimmering sorrow in my eyes, and in that tender moment, she wrapped me in her embrace, offering solace in her gentle, warm hug.

My tears flowed unabated, each droplet carrying the weight of my heartache. The comforting touch of my mother’s embrace was a fleeting respite in the storm of my anguish. As the warmth of her hug enveloped me, I found a momentary sanctuary, a fleeting escape from the relentless ache that gripped me.

I could sense the concern etched on my mother's face as she spoke with my grandmother, seeking to understand the depth of my sorrow. Yet, the conversation took an unexpected turn as my grandmother's words clashed starkly with my mother's sentiments.

My grandmother, in her own interpretation of the events that unfolded, painted a picture contrary to the truth I held dear. Her version of Edward's loss seemed to resonate with a different hue, a discordant note in the tragic melody of my grief. Her perspective contradicted the reality I knew, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

In this divergence of opinions, my mother stood firm in her disagreement with my grandmother. Their opposing views collided in the air, a clash that mirrored the turmoil within me. The conflict between their interpretations of Edward's demise added another layer of anguish to the already heavy burden I carried.

The disagreement between the two most influential women in my life created a dissonance that deepened the chasm of my despair. Their conflicting perceptions of the tragedy that befell me echoed the internal conflict I battled within, leaving me adrift in a sea of sorrow, torn between different narratives of the same heart-wrenching tale.

As the tears continued to cascade down my cheeks, I found myself caught in a tempest of emotions. The safety I sought in the embrace of my mother was tainted by the weight of conflicting perspectives, amplifying the poignant ache within me.

In the midst of their disagreement, I remained a silent observer, swallowed by the enormity of my sorrow. Their discordant voices reverberated in the chamber, but neither seemed to grasp the depths of my heartache. I felt as though my grief had become a mere footnote in a debate I had no strength to participate in.

My world, already shattered by the loss of Edward, now seemed further fragmented by the clash of interpretations between the two women I held dear. Their opposing viewpoints added an extra layer of desolation to the already mournful symphony that played within my soul.

Amidst the tug-of-war of opinions, I remained cocooned in my silent, tear-stained refuge, my cries echoing in the hollows of my being. Their debate, however, failed to bridge the vast expanse of my sorrow, leaving me adrift in an ocean of inconsolable pain.

Description
Valentine's POV:

I feel an overwhelming sadness, a heaviness in my heart that engulfs me in a suffocating embrace, rendering me silent, devoid of words to express the depth of my despair. The weight of sorrow is so consuming that the thought of sharing it with anyone else feels impossible.

Amidst my silent agony, my mother, the revered queen of Valeria, noticed the silent cascade of tears down my cheeks. Her perceptive gaze caught the shimmering sorrow in my eyes, and in that tender moment, she wrapped me in her embrace, offering solace in her gentle, warm hug.

My tears flowed unabated, each droplet carrying the weight of my heartache. The comforting touch of my mother’s embrace was a fleeting respite in the storm of my anguish. As the warmth of her hug enveloped me, I found a momentary sanctuary, a fleeting escape from the relentless ache that gripped me.

I could sense the concern etched on my mother's face as she spoke with my grandmother, seeking to understand the depth of my sorrow. Yet, the conversation took an unexpected turn as my grandmother's words clashed starkly with my mother's sentiments.

My grandmother, in her own interpretation of the events that unfolded, painted a picture contrary to the truth I held dear. Her version of Edward's loss seemed to resonate with a different hue, a discordant note in the tragic melody of my grief. Her perspective contradicted the reality I knew, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

In this divergence of opinions, my mother stood firm in her disagreement with my grandmother. Their opposing views collided in the air, a clash that mirrored the turmoil within me. The conflict between their interpretations of Edward's demise added another layer of anguish to the already heavy burden I carried.

The disagreement between the two most influential women in my life created a dissonance that deepened the chasm of my despair. Their conflicting perceptions of the tragedy that befell me echoed the internal conflict I battled within, leaving me adrift in a sea of sorrow, torn between different narratives of the same heart-wrenching tale.

As the tears continued to cascade down my cheeks, I found myself caught in a tempest of emotions. The safety I sought in the embrace of my mother was tainted by the weight of conflicting perspectives, amplifying the poignant ache within me.

In the midst of their disagreement, I remained a silent observer, swallowed by the enormity of my sorrow. Their discordant voices reverberated in the chamber, but neither seemed to grasp the depths of my heartache. I felt as though my grief had become a mere footnote in a debate I had no strength to participate in.

My world, already shattered by the loss of Edward, now seemed further fragmented by the clash of interpretations between the two women I held dear. Their opposing viewpoints added an extra layer of desolation to the already mournful symphony that played within my soul.

Amidst the tug-of-war of opinions, I remained cocooned in my silent, tear-stained refuge, my cries echoing in the hollows of my being. Their debate, however, failed to bridge the vast expanse of my sorrow, leaving me adrift in an ocean of inconsolable pain.