Amora's pov
As I sit in my bath tub with my clothes on, images of my mother and father smiling at me comes back and fresh tears pour down my face as I pull my legs close to my face trying as much as possible to suppress my pain and my misery.
"How do you want Stefan and I to survive this cruel world!" I cry out and cough repeatedly as I choke on my own tears. My heart feels like a thousand nails are being pierced through it and I hold on to my shirt as if to make the pain go away but it's only getting worse.
I immediately let out a loud cry and just then, my door flies open and Stefan barges into the bathroom.
"Amora..." he whispers in obvious pain and frustration while I stare up at him with teary eyes.
"Wake me up and take this pain away Stefan.." I mutter and more tears flow down m
