Chapter Twenty Four
I stood outside my tent. Alone, as usual. My hands haven’t stopped shaking. My heart hasn’t calmed down yet. I grabbed a bottle of Setraline and downed the potion. The heat from the potion warmed the insides. I heard footsteps behind me. I thought I knew who it was. “Go away, Millard. I’m not in the mood.” I sighed. But it wasn’t Millard’s voice that rang out. However it was still a familiar voice when it spoke. “I'm not Millard,” He said. Cobalt. It was him, the man who murdered my parents. He stood in front of me with his messy blonde hair catching the moonlight. I clenched my fists together. Control your anger. “Get out.” I said. “I told you I never want to see you again. Why are you here?” “I want to say I'm sorry. About everything. I was… There is no excuse for
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