Sasha’s POV
The door slams behind me and I fall to pieces. My tears fall down my face, dripping on my shirt, soaking it in blood. Choking on my sobs, feeling my sorrows puddling in my hands as I cradle my head. I loved him so much, he was the first soul that ever truly spoke to mine. After centuries, walking alone, the world silent to me, turning a blind eye to my loneliness. My pain never being healed by a lover, it wasn’t fair! Everyone else was able to find a prodigy, a life partner, and then there was me. Sasha, the loner, who was ‘too picky’ or ‘looking for a perfect man.’ It wasn’t the case! A soul never reached out to me! It hardened me, making me even more unlovable. An armor of bitchiness, deterring anyone who dared try to get close. Destroying any shot I ever had of finding a c
