Chapter Forty Three (Clarence POV)

< Clarence’s POV >

If I would tell myself that I had finally forgotten who she was: her face, her voice, and her mannerisms, I would be lying straight to myself. After all, I pride myself on self-awareness and I don’t want to be blinded by my own feelings.

Not anymore.

It has been three years since then. I tried to forget. She used to be a beacon of my light, whom I thought would help me guide the right path of becoming a better person.

She made me later appreciate what life was without money. She was the only one who had been a positive influence on me.

Anastasia.

I met her when I witnessed her being thrown on the streets. Her own drunk father kicked her out and a lot of people watched her banging the door, begging to be inside.

Some looked at her with sympathy, others just went minding their own business.

Yet, none are willing to help her as she slumped down on the floor while her shoulders trembled.

I didn’t know what got into me, but I approached her, decided to offer a bit of kin