Aspen
I woke up sweating and panting, my heart racing as remnants of my nightmare clung to my mind. Fate seemed determined to ensure I never forgot what had happened to me. In my dream, I relived my execution and the judgment that led to it. The experience was hauntingly vivid, the sensation of the blade falling and everything going dark still fresh. The damnation of those moments brought back a flood of painful memories, and I began to weep uncontrollably.
Why did that happen to me? Why couldn't I have lived a normal life? The injustice of it all consumed me, and I sobbed into my pillow. While I was relieved to be ahead of my enemies this time, the knowledge that they had once triumphed over me was a bitter pill to swallow.
Images of Aiden lying in his vomit in his office flashed throu
