LARA
The hair was the reason why everyone hated me for as long as I could remember. The colour only brought trouble to me.
Angry tears were rolling down my cheeks as all I wanted was to cut it off and pretend that all this was a dream.
A prophecy… There was a prophecy that I would be the end of Demir! How could that be?! We were soulmates… And soulmates were supposed to complete each other, to make each other happy… So how could that be the truth?!
Dark flames appeared behind my back and I dropped the knife, the sound of it reaching the marble floors echoed through the room.
“Lara?” Demir looked at me questioningly, “Is everything all right? You were crying?!”
“I…”, words stuck in my throat. He had a hard day as it was and I didn’t want to upset him even more. “I am sorry,” I
