Sebastian's POV:
I should have gone home by now, but I wanted to see my brothers perform at the music event. Since I couldn’t show myself to them or anyone else, I kept my distance, hiding in the shadows of the large hall, far from the bustling crowd.
When I was younger, a witch cursed me because of a terrible mistake I made—a mistake that still haunts me. The guilt and burden of it weigh me down every day. If I hadn’t been cursed, maybe my life would’ve been different.
‘I don’t care. Not really. It’s peaceful this way.’
Maybe I could have had friends, shared moments like everyone else, and been truly there for my brothers. But those were dangerous thoughts. Things could never change, so why should I bother about what I can’t control?
I was fine keeping my distance from everyone els
