Mathias' POV
I'll never forget that day. It left such a deep impression on me that fear always followed me. The sound of great crying while shouting his name. I didn't stop, and I finally made the decision to become a stranger.
We were only four years apart. I was pretty good friends with Edward until my father and I went to Ashton's house and saw a little doll-like boy with bright brown hair and shining eyes.
She looked like a doll with the beauty of an angel. Looking at her without blinking, I think that was the beginning of my interest in her, and she followed me like I was her parent.
Aurel was about to grab my shirt, holding a stuffed rabbit in her hands.
"Mathias, where are you going? Don't walk too fast."
She complained again with a slight parting of her lips, her chubby cheek
