Calculating, cold, often without emotion was how I was described by those closest to me. I had thought perhaps there was truth to their depiction until this endless searing pain took the place in my chest where my heart used to be. Vengeance now ate away at my soul. The wrath I planned to unleash would make the demons in Hell appear mild.
At least, that was until.
The twisted crux came in the form of eyes bluer than the sky on a warm summer day, a slightly upturned nose with a scattering of freckles, a pink cupid bow mouth, and a smile that made a man's knees weak.
The events that brought us here meant I should loathe her existence for eternity, yet my need for her grows with each passing day. She's too young, she's vulnerable and broken, but somehow, she's not damaged. She was the cause of what had left me with this raging agony, and yet, the balm that eased my soul. Still, I can never forgive the destruction she caused me and those I love.
I had become a mockery of my revenge because holding her at night while she slept was the only thing keeping me sane. She'll pay the price through my cruelty, never knowing that while she dreams, I find my solace.
My story begins with my worst nightmare.
And she's the reason behind all of it.
