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As her tears fell down in heaps, I felt an emotion that seemed to be a recurring decimal when I’m around her-guilt. It pierced my dead heart badly and it hurt to see her cry. I thought she would have protested to me prying into her private life, but to my surprise, she was open and honest about everything.

She was an orphan, just like me. She lost her parents when she was young, too young to know anything of this world, just like me, but unlike me, she didn’t have a support system, someone who would help her unburden her grief and sorrow. When my parents died of the bubonic plague back then, I was at least adopted by Ambrose who had saved me from the hands of my brute uncle.

Kira however had no one. She was forced into slavery at the tender age of thirteen and in a way, it’s my fault. The vampire takeover caused her pain and I wished, if I had known her, that I could have done something to help her. In beneath the tears, I could feel her