Kazan's P.O.V
Last night I dreamt of that piece of memory from my childhood once again. Even though I was very young back then to recall everything or to even understand what had happened that day years ago, that particular memory was the only thing I could never forget, even after all these years. Rather the horror in them never let me forget about that time from the past.
Since then, as I kept growing up, the sight which I had witnessed at such a young age did not fail to haunt me in my sleep every night. And soon it turned into my nightmare which kept becoming more and more vicious in my dreams as days passed by, leaving me no other choice except keeping the truth inside me all this time.
No, it was not that I did not want to tell anyone.
Cause, I tried.
Actually, I did tell onc
