Eric POV
She’s gone. I wouldn’t call our relationship a love story. Anastasia and I were two souls searching for a home. She wouldn’t tell me about her first love and would say that she saw love as temporary for someone like her. She loved power. I always told her I loved her, but she always looked like she didn’t believe me. I loved her deeply enough to leave my selfish need to become someone else's obsession and sometimes I felt like she gave me Fredrick so I wouldn’t feel like my life was being paused. She was a good mother and I guess it was hard trying to be something else. She never really had a mother herself. She missed her goddess powers deeply and would wake up most nights crying and then go numb. I tried and tried to break through to her and held her trying to put her back tog
