Godric’s POV
Bolting out the door of the old house for the last time. Such a bittersweet moment. My feet are pounding against the ground at top speed. Wind blowing through my hair, whipping the strands in every direction as my body flies through the darkness. Relying on the moon to light my way to her. Running away from the painful past, a tortuous six months without her. Although I have an amazing family and we were all bonded in that house, the walls taunted me. Reminding me constantly that her voice echoed off of them at one point but not anymore. Her empty room, my empty bed. Her clothes limp, no body to occupy them. Just haunting thoughts without her. My life and afterlife up until this point has been miserable. I was so young when I was turned and even though I look manly, at the sa
