The approach of morning that day was as subtle as the day of my execution in my past life. How I anticipated a new morning where Cain would wake up a different person. The love bud within me was budding waiting to blossom. It was also at that very moment that I realised that maybe I needed a lover. I was so caught up in making Cain's romantic dreams a reality that I forgot about my own. In fact, in the past after my rebirth, I hated the word love it's self. I did not want my body to fall prey to any men under the false pretence of love. I had ceased to think about my past life because it bore nothing but heart ache and a nightmarish life, In my past life, i had anticipated my death, I had waited wide eyed and prepared for that very moment when my precious life would end. When my
