Eira's POV
After what Roman told me, I didn't want to think about anything.
Their pain, my pain—why did it have to be this way? Despite whatever they say, it won't change the suffering I had gone through. Even if I want to forgive them, I would never be able to forget even if I want to.
The scars that are left behind are so grave, they won't ever heal. Even if I don't want to remember or feel anything from past six years, every corner of my mind is stuffed with it, leaving me no escape. It's like all that abuse, hurt, and torture ran in my body instead of blood, and it will leave me only when I am dead.
Will there be any escape from it?
There wasn't. They should accept it as well. They can't change me. I was beyond rescuing now. Only if they had come for me earlier, only if they had not left me to suffer for so long.
