VIOLET'S POV
The sun felt like fire on my skin.
And I wondered if I was already in hell… or if hell was patient enough to wait.
The white clothes they put on me were thin and rough, clinging to my sweaty skin. My red hair hung loose around my face, wild and tangled from hours of crying and being dragged around.
I stared at the wooden platform in front of me, the rope hanging from the beam, swaying lazily in the heat. My death waited there, bored with how slowly I was moving.
Am I really going to die like this?
A hot tear slid down my cheek, and I didn’t bother wiping it away.
I was tired. Tired of crying. Tired of pretending I wasn’t terrified.
“If this is the Moon Goddess
