~Alexandra~
The winter was harsh this year. The sun was stripped of its light and warmth. Trees sent up crooked, bare branches into the frostbitten air. From the vertex of the palace tower, I stood watching the sky with snow-packed clouds hover over the ghost city.
It was the scene that made my heart clench with haunting memories.
On this day, three years ago when the weather as cold and bitter as this morning, I lay dying in the midst of betrayal and jealousy. Ever since I was back in Moscow, I hadn't thought of it once.
Now, I remembered what had happened so vividly like I was reliving it. I wouldn't have lost just my life but also a chance at love with Avery, which would be the most painful death of all.
All I wanted for the rest of my life was to cherish the one who saved my heart
