And I had the same dream, over and over again. In a terrible way, it was funny. When Esmaris beat me, I had vowed to haunt him—cursed him to see my eyes every time he closed his. Now I was the one who saw him in every shadow. You forgot what you are, he had spat at me. Well, I never forgot now. Every time I came close, there he was—reminding me of everything I had left behind, and everything I would carry with me forever.
fuck that ho
