Titania
The warm rays of the sunlight streaming in through the window slants stir me awake. But my legs feel numb. Dead, like I've walked a million kilometers and can't just feel them no more. The cotton sheets are soaked with my sweat, despite the fact that the air conditioner is on. Fear lodges itself in my throat, choking, making it impossible for me to breathe. Fear of the past. Fear of ruin. A fear I've spent years trying to escape from. It's back, and this time, it's here to stay and throw down damn thing I've worked for.
It's here to destroy me.
Uncle Patrick wasn't at peace. He wasn't happy with me. I'd kept this secret with me. Carried this burden handed to me by that monstrous Adrian for nine solid years, only to have Kristoff throw a single stone, causing everything to tumble
