“Are you coming tonight?”
Danterion placed his arms around my waist as I tied the last few knots of my dress. He repeated his words when I did not speak.
“Are you coming again tonight, Fina?”
I did not answer because I didn’t know what to tell him. This was the third night that I had come here on my own and sought him. I had been feeling rather sad and empty lately, but Langrey came back in town today, and I agreed to meet him at the same, old place. True, I had been deliberating in my mind if today would be a good time to call everything off between us, but how could I possibly know how things will turn out? How would I know if I needed solace and comfort again after I break up with my childhood sweetheart and his own twin brother today?
I shook the thought away from my head. I am a bad, bad person, I know; I had been seeing Danterion for half a year now behind his brother’s back. Although Langrey and I had a long hist
**Trigger Warning: This chapter tackles themes on sexual assault. Proceed with caution if you are not sure that you can handle it.** Thank you for reading this story of Edelfina's life as depicted through her point of view. I felt like Edelfina was one of the most misunderstood character in this novel. In fact, I was only able to understand her better after writing this down... For anyone who had to undergo something similar, I hope you all find the strength inside your souls to battle through the pain and make something more beautiful out of all of it. Don't hesitate to get help and talk about this experience to people with authorities too. Please seek professional help as soon as you can. - Ellie Love-
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