𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘 "I used to blame the Moon Goddess for breathing life into a cursed soul like mine. But the truth was, I was the one who kept placing my love and trust into the wrong hands, even as I watched them slip through my fingers. I mistook my suffering for strength, my endurance for hope, and called it love while it slowly bled me dry.” Some people are born into love. Others spend their whole damn lives wondering what it feels like. Me? I never even got the chance to find out. My name is Serena Ashwood. Before people learned my name, they learned to fear it. I was just a baby when my parents died. That's the story everyone still tells with dramatic faces and lowered voices. They said a blood-red moon burst through the clouds, bathing everything in crimson light. Thunder lost its mind, and before sunrise, both my parents were dead. Sounds tragic, right? Yeah... except nobody called it a tragedy. They called it a curse. My curse. According to the lovely people in my
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