I’d accepted my judgment without question. Agreed to live a mortal life. I didn’t know my memories would come with me; didn’t know I’d relive them every day. Death would have been more merciful.
A hand in mine.. hot. Breath on my neck... sweet. The feel of lips on my own... forbidden.
There are few things I hate more than feeling weak. Needing help or failing top the list. The worst, however, is knowing that all three just happened.
I never mastered anything. I am damaged. Broken. And I always will be.
A pang of deep longing ripples through me. I’m torn between my promise to send Aydan to the Abyss and my need to keep him safe. The opposing forces fragment what remains of my mind, breaking me down once again.
