Asralyn’s Point of View
I cannot seem to contain my rage as I look at Olivia. My blood is boiling and every fiber of my flesh is itching to hurt her, to t*****e her. I hate her; I hate her so much that I want her gone—to be literally nonexistent. She should not have been born, but since she was, she should have just stayed in the corner and live in the shadows forever. She should not have stepped into the light and decide to fight for what was her; because those were all mine at first. Everything was mine!
I cannot stop myself from smiling as I watch her beloved spirit turn into etherial particles and drifting to the wind. I looked at her and saw how broken she is, how hurt and hopeless. I can see despair taking over her expression. Kitang-kita ko rin ang galit na unti-unting nilulukob a
