Rogan
The urge to run back to the last memories of a life before this is getting louder to the point that I even cover my ears with my hands to remind myself that this life I’m living for is not my own anymore. It never was since my parents died and I’ve come to realize that.
I could be selfish and do what I truly want, but that comes at a cost that I won’t be able to live with myself the same as how my Papa couldn’t forget or forgive himself for what happened to his sister and I would be the same. After all, I am his daughter and for the life of me, Ragor has been my life the past two years.
“What are you doing?” He says the exact moment he pulls the door wide open for his frame. He’s in an expensive silk robe, but behind him, I could see modest furniture that you wouldn’t think he’d
