"Can I talk to you?" I was surprised when Carter went to me that afternoon after we had a short meeting about the plans for tomorrow.Landon looked our way. I smiled a little to him, my way of silently telling him that it's okay. I brought my gaze back to Carter and I nodded.We walked to the backyard of the house. There was silence between us and it felt so odd. I could remember vividly what all that happened to us, and now it only felt like a far away dream. Something I can never touch again. A place I can think about but will never reach again. Even so, I didn't regret ending what was between us. He might be my first true love, but Landon is my great love. I hope that is enough to differentiate the two."I just want to say sorry about the last time we talked. It didn't end good," he was the one who broke his silence."It's alright. I know you were hurt. In fact, I should be the one apologizing, not you."He gave me a sad smile. "I'm glad that yo

“I’m so sorry, Landon,” I whispered in the wind softly, silently wishing that it will bring those words to where it is ought to be. I shut my eyes closed and reminisced about my good memories with him because I don’t know if I will have another chance later on. Not that I am announcing my death. I just want to be open for possibilities. After all, to be ready for the worst is something good. It is better actually.When I was finally out of the cab, I sucked on my breath when I saw what was waiting for me. it was like an ancient castle. Somewhat like those abandoned castles of the villains in fairytales. Only that this time I am not in fairytale. And I am certainly not a princess who would be saved by her prince charming and have a happy ending later on. I had already tasted my happy ending. It wasn’t meant to last, though. I already accepted that. My life sucks. And I’m going to make it worse. Or maybe better s

One would really doubt if he would know my history and how I ended up lying on the sacrificial table voluntarily as an offering for whatever ritual this is. The night after I came to see Alec is the month's full moon—the day of the ritual. Alec must be so happy that I am finally making his dream come true. I could see it in his eyes. Though, I could also see that he felt not the least bit of remorse for what is about to happen. All I could see in his eyes is pure excitement, joy and nothing else. He will never regret this for sure. He has no conscience.On the other hand, I know how Elizabeth would feel if she would wake up in another person's body who looks exactly like her and know that for her to come back, she needed to kick out the poor girl's soul out of her own body so she can replace it. She would feel real bad for sure. She would despise Alec more than what she did before. She would also despise herself for being the cause of it al