-Hate your eyes-

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Chapter 3

I was just over ten years old then and many things were different from now.

I don't want to have any more hope...

It's better to live without expectations...

So as not to be disappointed or hurt.

Most of the time I spent in my room...I was isolated by a door, and outside of it there were only looks of hatred...disappointment, fury, fear and discouragement.

Then in the evening I started making my usual trips to the taverns.

And so on repeat...

It happened very often that the count requested my presence to eat together... Like a royal family.

I skipped or arrived late on purpose, I didn't want to see those looks, I didn't want to see them anymore... I hated them...

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