June's POV:
I made my way to the back of the bus, moving at a slow pace, conscious of the intense scrutiny from those around me. My face burned with embarrassment for the scene I had caused, and now it felt like every eye was trained on me, waiting for me to snap again. I sat down against the built-in dresser, and Zak closed the door behind us. He flashed a reassuring smile before settling in front of me on the bed, sliding his hands onto my knees. My heart skipped a beat, as it always did when he touched me.
"I've been thinking," Zak began, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was about to suggest that I should go home.
"Okay?" I replied, anticipation hanging in the air.
"I think I know what demon has attached itself to you," Zak said, looking up from his feet and meeting my eyes with a gentle and soothing tone.
"How do you know?" I asked, my fingers lightly tracing his arm.
"Poveglia," he answered, and the word sent shivers down my spine. Memories of that episode rushed back - the way he had slammed his hand against the wall, the trembling camera in his grip, and the haunting, vacant look in his eyes when he turned toward the camera. He was right. I couldn't dismiss it as mere coincidence. The energy in the museum hadn't caused me to faint; it was my own demon at work.
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The Darkness We Share
FanfictionWhen June (Iris) embarks on a solo trip to Las Vegas, she becomes entangled in a series of life-altering events and a passionate romance. The narrative delves into the depths of June's connection with Zak, exploring the challenges they face as they...
