Third Person.
" I love you, Greyson," Hazel whispered as her long fingers caressed a golden necklace on her neck.
"But I have to do this. Please forgive me, because my love is not enough. I promised to always love you, but sadly, I am going back on my words." She whispered as she stared at her reflection in the enormous mirror.
" When you feel like my actions are hurting you, just think of it this way. Like this is not the Hazel that used to know. The young and naive girl that was hopelessly in love with you, is no more, Greyson. " Her voice, an epitome of pain, hurt and despise choked out.
" They killed her, Greyson. Indeed, I am no longer your familiar Hazel; They killed that little girl twenty years ago. " A killing intent crossed her beautiful eyes as she recalled.
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