Spending my childhood alone is not painful. But the insecurities and the pressure to beg for warmth drive my dreams to curse all those who have a complete family to break. Why can they be with their parents, and I couldn't?
The nights became Seraphyne's haven as she continued to adjust to her newly discovered abilities.
Did I deserve to be alone?
Did I deserve to suffer and be in captivity like a soulless doll?
I never dreamed of becoming a hybrid, and I just want to be someone ordinary.
I never wanted to have powers, but I can't change what I am.
Can someone out there...
Give me a piece of warmth, as I begged.
She was guided by the moonlight, whose silvery radiance cast long outlines through the deep forest.
The night calls me to be cruel. I wanted to rest, but rest felt like being roasted in screams and reprimands. There's no one here but me. But all I could hear was the song of disappointment.
