Artemisia

The moon shines on Cayden’s gorgeous face, illuminating his face like on the night we first met.

I remember how he tried to kiss me, my skin sizzling as my thoughts wander back to that moment, and to how much I wanted him to kiss me.

And then he got attacked by my brother.

Tonight, my brothers are standing in the crowd, looking a bit grumbly while standing behind my mother who is looking up to the stage with sparkling eyes. My father has put up his usual cold expression, even if ...