Chapter Thirty Seven
Vivienne Hart POV
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if life was chaos, I would be its muse. I hate the way my life is so revolving around the dark.
The past.
The present.
And not even a thought of the future, my life is like a broken ship that I'm fighting so hard to make sure it never sinks.
From the last couple of days, I am still processing my nightmare. It's still having an effect on me like I can't erase it, I feel it on my skin.
And it feels weird, it feels scary…
I didn't know if I was capable of any more pain but now with my haunted self I am grieving, this is a different pain.
It's a loss
But I can try to amend it.
After spending days feeling vulnerable behind the door, I know one thing, if I had the luck to stay alive after the night my grandparents were killed, it means m
