Aspen
There was pain. Pain so intensely blinding that it felt like I was nothing more than it. I ceased to be Aspen. I wasn’t a witch or a necromancer or even a girl.
I was nothing but pain.
And it felt like I was falling forever. That I would never hit the ground. I needed to hit the ground because only then would I die and my agony would end.
But it wasn’t like falling through the air. The liquid around me was thick and cloying. It coated my body and my face. Blinding me, filling my nose and mouth until I couldn’t breathe.
I was dying.
Suffocating and drowning at the hands of Crispin. A man I thought cared about me. I should have know better there was no person in the world who truly cared about me.
Not one single one.
The thought alone was enough for me to wish for death. How
