Vasilisa’s POV:
*Present time*
It has been two months since I ran away from my past. At first, I thought it would be easy to forget my past by trying not to remember it. But I was difficult not to remember the past. Everything about me reminded me about the past.
From my dressing to my hair, everything reminded me about the past. And I hated it!! I also had a haircut. My hair used to be long, would reach till my hip. I did not cut it much, just a little, with front bangs. I never liked front bangs, I always thought it was a distraction and disturbance to my eyes. But I like it now. It hides me from the world, at least that’s what I think.
After I ran away with Feria that night, I stayed at Feria’s house. I stayed there for some more days, till I could get an apartme
