Everest’s P.O.V
I can still taste the blood in my mouth. Her blood. It burns at the back of my throat like silver, but worse.
When given the choice between a lover or your son and father, who do you choose? I would love to say it was on a whim, but I know it wasn’t. So many thoughts were flooding through my mind when he told me to just mark her and get it over with; I could hardly identify one from another.
The thought of losing her… it’s the hardest thing in the world to explain. Part of me would do absolutely anything for her, but the other half just has those feelings of a crush. It makes the idea of a world without her seem empty – it’s like I don’t know what was on my mind before she came along, and now, she’s all that occupies it. What would happen to my thoughts if she wasn’t her
