Dzhan
Del looks broken, devastated, as the words leave her beautiful lips only to go into my heart sharp as blades. She’s hurting, for him, for that man she claims I was a long time ago, in a life I don’t remember, a life that does not belong to me, neither do I care about.
I want to scream, to rage, to kill if I have to ensure dominance, to keep control over the situation, over my life. Because what she just said? It’s not just eating away at my own f*ucked up mind, it’s stealing my identity too. Because why the hell is she addressing me as if I am someone else?
My eyes are wide against her and I don’t care to hide my feelings anymore. It doesn’t matter, she doesn’t care anymore, she never f*ucking did. I am not sure she ever even wanted me, me, Dzhan Aslan, I mean. The freak who stalk
