What A Pity
Flavian. 9am. I stood in front of the mirror, behind me was Eve. Even after I helped her clean her wounds and refresh her gauze, the poor girl still lay helplessly on the bed, eyes wide open, glued to me. I know the reason she couldn't sleep, I was the reason. I was wrong about one thing, she didn't wake up into a new flesh, she was awake, experiencing the entire process, seeing her body transformed. Now she has my branding, my full attention, the one she's strived for. She didn't have the strength, but she mustered some, dragged her feet to me, stood in front of me, back against the mirror, eyes on mine, then proceeded to push her hair off her back, checking out the initials on her nape... not her nape, her spine. She narrowed her eyes to the side, catching just a glimpse of my initia
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