ZARYA ROGOV
They say after every storm, there is peace.
But for me? There was no peace.
One obstacle after another.
No matter how hard I tried to crawl out of the darkness, bad fate kept pulling me down.
They also say, a person brings bad on himself through his own evil actions.
I wondered what evil I did other than simply existing.
I cracked my knuckles and stretched. My gaze fixated on the rough sketch I was working on for Natasha's birthday, which was now in two days.
I wasn't sure if I had earned the break for her, but after everything I went through, I wouldn't bother asking anyone again and would give her the days off myself.
I stood up from the stool and walked towards the mirror. My dull gaze focused on the bruises that covered my neck skin. I sighed and ran a hand down m
