11
Micah
I was a bundle of nerves, of irritation, of rage, ready to explode. The night before, I had dreamed of Nadine. Actually, it had been a f*****g nightmare. I didn’t remember all the details, but in my dream, I had the Cup of Life in my hands and Nadine had agreed to drink from it. She had agreed to spend eternity by my side. Then I lost the Cup of Life again, and Nadine blamed me for it. She blamed me for her impending death, the death of her family, and Morgan’s death. She cried, she raged, she punched me. And there was nothing I could do because I agreed with her. She was right. I had been an asshole, and it was my fault. The last thing I remembered was the Soul Oath coming to fruition, and Nadine dying in my arms. Even in death she hated me.
“I’ll never forgive you,” were her
