Now I'm sure you reading this waiting for me to describe that night.
Waiting for me to say I understand the reasons as to why my greatest love took a blade and watched as I crumbled in front of him.
Maybe I could propose some poetic line that flashes the broken soul sprawled out on the icy grass.
But truth is, I rather feel the fiery drops of lava cover my entire flesh than write one word saying that I forgive that abomination.
Matteo Creed.
The man who made me fall in love and then killed me.
How foolish was I?
Falling in love with the handsome man and flexing my body to wrap around his finger.
It was a trap set by the devil himself and even I-his angel couldn't help but walk right into it.
But that night he didn't only kill me.
He killed my baby.
The beautiful baby girl growing in my womb until some bastard drove a dagger through us.
And I know what you must be thinking- what a sad ending, right?
But that's not the ending to my story, loves.
There's something bigger than all of this.
You see,
I survived.
And I'm planning my revenge.