Kane
It had been three f*****g months. Ninety-one days since I’d last seen her, and it had been hell on earth.
Even after I’d killed my mother, even after I’d isolated myself for the betterment of my people and the ones I cared about, nothing had hurt as badly as having the better half of my soul ripped from me. And that was after just a few days of knowing each other. It was as if our souls had recognized themselves, as if we’d shared a connection since the beginning of time.
When we were together, everything felt right. The world just made sense. Colors seemed brighter, food tasted better, and I felt truly alive. Now all of that only lived in my memory, taunting me with what I’d lost and I was so f*****g desperate to find again.
I made sure to go over every single interaction I’d had
