Klaus

The girl standing in front of me seemed a stranger to me, the little girl with whom I had a few childhood memories was not her.

I always had empathy for her. I had presumed that we both were on the same boat, we both needed a solution to come out of that bullshit of betrothal but I was so fucking wrong.

“Cut to the chase and say what you have in your cunning mind,” I uttered through my gritted teeth, balling my palms into fists.

“You, my darling. You’re my childhood ...