ETHAN
Today marked five years of continuous, agonizing torture. It was the anniversary of the day I destroyed everything with my own hands. I wish I had stopped, if only for a single minute, to truly grasp the catastrophic consequences of my actions. Perhaps then, things wouldn't have ended in ruin.
That cursed witch, Theresa, promised me a painful death and a life spent wallowing in regret. I dismissed her words then, but I see now she was tragically right; it took me too long to take her seriously. I honestly yearn for death a thousand times over. It might not fix anything, but it would grant me absolute peace, a far kinder fate than this wretched existence.
Cole, my wolf, wasn't so keen on self-destruction, but he'd come around eventually. This ruin was as much his fault as it was
