Enzo Of all my grievances, I’d only seen a terrifying resemblance of death in those amber eyes. The death that gnawed at me during the night –– the same death that engraved itself into my memory that dulled every hope I clung to. The pale hair, the soft hum of her voice, the innocence enveloping her very being were a ghost that lingered even after years. Had I not buried her deep enough not to surface in my memory? Or had the Goddess intended I face the shame by sending remnants of her through someone else? But she was gone –– a distant dream that only existed in the confines of my mind. A ghost. A memory trampled by my own mortifications. Freya. Even through my inhibitions, the mere thought of her name made escaping feel impossible. How could the memory of a girl who thawed the numbness in my heart slip away? Years after her death felt like an endl
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