~Fernando~
It's all my fault. Everything is and if I had the power to undo everything, I do so in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, that's not how this unfair life works and at the end of the day, I'll have myself to blame for everything, even the minuscule of them all.
It all started this afternoon. I was in the kitchen, making some fruit mix juice for Venus since his craving for this has gradually intensified. I was humming to a tune I've come to love recently when I heard Cassandra, the 20-year-old lady I took in to help me with the household chores rushing to my side, panting, and sweating. I dropped the knife on the chopping board and turned to her in concern.
"S-sir the-there som-"
There was so little I could make out from her incoherent words and stammers. A little shake on her should
