#Chapter48

He took a long drag of his cigarette, inhaling the acrid smoke that reminded him of ghost of fire and blood. Of screams and violence. It was once revolting, but nowadays the smell gave him comfort.

Looking up at the stars. He wished his life had been different. But when he felt the weight in his chest, the slither of power in his veins and the phantom of smile behind the darkness, he knew he could never change anything. He would never forget what happened. He will never regret meeting him..

A door squealed behind him, startling him from his thoughts. Pulling his knees close to his chest, Andrei...