ANASTASIA

XXXIV

‘One day, love and friendship met. Love asked, 'Why do you exist when I already exist?' Friendship smiled and said, 'To put a smile where you leave tears.'

-Unknown

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“Have you ever wondered why your bl*od type is unexplainable?” staring at the tube containing Anastasia’s extracted bl*od, Gavin couldn’t help but point it out. “I’ve been taking samples every week, and it fascinates me how it keeps on changing types.” Turning to face the owner whose face is painted with concern, he continued.

“I’ve never told you anything yet. But the first time I’ve drawn a sample, it was -H. It was the common pixie bl*od type. The next week, it was O—a common human bl*od type. Last week, it was +C—a rare fishman bl*od type. And this week…” the pause made her more uneasy. “It was RH negative—anoth