DROGO
My eyes snap open wide, beads of sweat gliding down the frame of my face. I am breathing heavily, like I had just run many miles.
Gripping my forehead, I groan at the voices ringing in my ears. The pain. The torturing memories that have not left since centuries ago.
No matter how hard I try to convince myself to get used to it, it never works. They never fade, like it all happened just yesterday.
That red-haired woman. The one who doomed me remains buried in the depths of my memories.
And now she is lying on my king-size bed, her red locks sprawled across the sheets. Her face is marred with dried tears, her lips and skin pale.
I stare at her lean frame for a long time, fingers clutched together. No matter how hard I try to see her as innocent, to believe she is another person e
