Chapter 1

How well everything was going. Why does it always have to have an unhappy ending? While trembling under the insane rain, I was holding the lifeless body of the man I loved in my arms, watching his cold soul disappear from his body, which was about to give his last breath. After those bloody tears flowing from my eyes to my cheeks, I was begging him not to leave me. My screams were not heard by anyone, I could not put anyone back in the place of the gone. After one, two, three minutes, which I don't know exactly, his whole body turned into ashes and mixed with the rain, like the arms that I wrapped with my hands. My eyes, red from crying, were fixed on the ashes of the man whose warmth I felt only half an hour ago and who shouted his love for me. If the betrayal came from the person one thought was closest, it would be just as difficult to digest. "I shouldn't have trusted him, I shouldn't have trusted him..." I whispered. The taste of blood seeping from between my teeth, which was on my lips, was sticking to my palate. I was shaking, but not because I was cold, I couldn't be cold. Until a few years ago, I didn't even realize that I could have such feelings. What was love? I thought that the day my human body was completely destroyed and replaced by this monster, I would never experience that feeling again.

How could he betray me?

How does he do this to me?

I swear, I will take my revenge and come to you. We couldn't keep our promises to each other in this world, but if God brings us together again despite all our sins, then I will hug you tight and tell you how every day without you hurts me.

While the rain was sweeping you from my hands, I could only watch you go with these blind eyes...

I was sitting in the archive room of the orphanage where they left me when I was a newborn baby, continuing to look for traces of my family. I used to do this every day, but over the years, these searches have become one day a week. I guess I'll never find out why they left me in a swaddle in front of people with a heart as cold as this ice cube. While the White Orchid orchid wasn't the worst thing that had ever happened to me, the lack of family was the worst for me. Every Tuesday, people with beautiful clothes would come to the orphanage and bring beautiful gifts to the children. After spending time with our friends for a while, they would go to the principal's room and then take the child they had decided to raise and leave.

"Mina! Why are you sitting in the corner like that again? Look, a new family has arrived, go to them and make yourself loved. Who knows? Maybe they'll take you away." Mrs.Kezban, the orphanage attendant, was intent on getting rid of me.For some reason I don't know why, they excluded me and even made excuses not to see eye to eye. The other children in the orphanage did not play with me because they were afraid of their reactions, they were afraid that they would accidentally say something. Today I wore the only dress I have in my closet. I had a feeling today would be different. I squirmed left and right on the chair in the waiting room. I was interlacing my fingers and gathering the ends of my ponytail hair over my lips, puffing my lips. When I looked at my reflection in the glass, I looked just like a man with a mustache, and it was funny to me. I turned my gaze towards Mrs. Kezban, who did not leave my head and knew that she would not leave without an answer from me. I sighed deeply; "Okay, but they won't take me anyway, just so you know." I said. My name is Mina, Mina Ozlen. I just turned ten last week on a day when no one celebrated, gave gifts, or gave a hug and a nice word. I was used to this, now I didn't expect anything from anyone, but my dream of being in a warm home never left my mind. I always envied the children who left here holding the hands of new families and wanted to be in their place. Who knows? Maybe today will be a different day as Kezban said...

There was a lot of stuff in the buffet that the orphanage manager had the newly arrived families prepared to make themselves look beautiful. Sandwiches, cookies, cakes, there were many things that we have not seen before and probably cannot see here. I tried to sneak into the kitchen several times, but when I was finally caught and scolded, I left the manager's room, swearing that I would never do it again. It was a small cake that a little girl wanted, whereas I wanted to buy it.

There was great activity in the corridor. The orphanage officials were running around in a hurry, not seeing what's in front of their eyes. I knew that a new family would come, Mrs. Kezban had said to me, but it can't be because they are coming, can it?

I stood in the middle of the hallway watching them get out of the car while the other kids were drawing pictures and writing poems to give to the newly arrived family in the playroom. My eyes widened as soon as I saw them. I have never seen such a beautiful woman or dreamed of such a handsome man before. They were literally the embodiment of beauty. The only strange thing about their appearance was that they were cold. They didn't radiate warmth like the families that had come before, they were smiling, but it was as if there was great sadness under their smiles. After a few steps up the stairs, I came face to face with this beautiful woman. His hazel eyes, gleaming like the sun, between which I saw reds, stared at my body. It was as if he was surprised by my presence. When our eyes met, I felt like I belonged to him. I wasn't scared or run away, all I did was bravely stand in front of him and challenge him. When her husband called her, she continued to talk to the manager as if nothing had happened. "Yes sir. Welcome to our White Orchid!" she greeted them. Of course, their wealthy appearance had impressed the principal's lady. While they were giving us to families as if we were doing a charity, a donation was also going into their pockets. Considering that they did not give us food other than porridge for a year, it is obvious where these donations go. "Oh, Mina. What are you looking here?" she asked, her eyes wide open so I could tell she was angry as she looked at me. She came quickly to me. As I slowly pushed my shoulders away from me, that beautiful woman spoke; "Well, what did you say it was called?" she asked while pointing at me. It was the first time someone had asked my name, and no one even noticed my presence, let alone asking my name. After I took the courage and took a few steps towards them, I confidently said; "My name is Mina, ma'am." I replied. She and her husband started laughing, exchanged glances a few times, and after approving each other; "Miss the principal, we have no intention of seeing the other children." said the beautiful woman's husband. She handed me a doll he had brought out of the gifts they brought;

"Would you like to come with us? ' she asked, never losing eye contact; "We have a son your age, and you will have a daughter. What do you say?"As I extended my small hand to her, she cradled the baby in her other hand into my lap. Since I will have the warm home that I have always dreamed of, they must have liked the smile of satisfaction I placed on my face, so they patted my head a few times. The only person dissatisfied with this situation was the lady of the manager, and although she tried several times to protest and vilify me, this family did not allow her. Seeing the frightening expression on my new family's face, the lady said to the manager, "You're welcome," and started walking quickly towards her office. "My name is Başak, Başak Arıkan. I want to be your new mother, if you want too." she said with her gorgeous smile. She was like a figurine, with smooth skin, a wrinkle-free face. She looked just like the lifeless baby I was carrying in my arms, in her expensive black dress that wrapped around her body.

After making an agreement with the manager, my stepfather, who came out of his room and learned that his name was Ceyhun Arıkan, extended his hands to me and waited patiently for me to hold them, then I extended my hands. I looked over my shoulder one last time at the manager. He looked quite relieved as he wiped the sweat from his brow with the white handkerchief he took out of his pocket, as if a great weight had disappeared from his shoulders. Is it because of my stepdad's ultimatum or for some other reason? I don't know, but it's not that I didn't like seeing him scared like that.

Even we did not take a single item from my room. "Don't worry, the best of everything will be yours. You don't need those old things anymore." said Başak Arıkan as she got into their very luxurious car. We sat in the seat. I wanted to sit by the window. I always wondered what it would feel like to get out of there.

–Comfortable

I watched the driver pull us out of the White Orchid. I was dreaming of good days to come, freed from this dungeon that I thought I would never be able to get rid of. "Are you excited, Mina?" ' Ceyhun Arıkan asked, trying to turn his head towards me over the leather seat he was sitting on in the front. I was so short that I had to stand up a bit to see it. "Yes sir." I replied. "Alaz, I'm sure he'll be very happy to see you." ' Başak Arıkan said through her wide-opened lips. Alaz... I guess that must be their son's name. I hope we get along well. "I'm excited too, ma'am," I replied. I realized that we were leaving the main road when we entered a stony road. When I lifted my head slightly towards the window, I saw that we had entered the garden of the magnificent mansion. It was such a large and ostentatious mansion that I could not have even dreamed of it. Surrounded by oak trees, this house, which has such a large land, would now be my new home. There were many employees around and they were all greeting us from the moment we walked in the door. "These are our employees, Mina." said my stepmother obviously wanted me to adapt as soon as possible. "They are so lucky to serve a family like yours, sir." I said, averting my eyes. These words made them very happy. Husband and wife were both laughing non-stop, trying to tell me who was doing what. When the car finally stopped, my stepmother helped me out of the car. A strangely dressed man standing in front of a huge black-painted door was greeting us and paying his respects. The man must have been about sixty years old, for his hair had turned white and there were obvious lines on his face. After a while, when he raised his head, my stepfather said; "Where is Alaz, Mr. Cevat?" when he asked, "He's inside, sir, waiting for you in the living room." she replied. "Come on, Mina

It's time to meet your brother." Başak Arıkan waited for me to hold out her hands to me. When I responded, he slammed his heels on the floor under his long white legs and led me inside. After handing the maid her bag and gloves, she led me into what I assumed was the living room. Sitting on the armchair, a boy who looked just like my stepdad was playing a computer game with a game console in his hand. He was just as handsome as his father, I couldn't take my eyes off him. He had black hair reaching his ears and eyes as black as coal. His lips were red. Blood red. He sensed we were there, but didn't even bother to look back. I kept my head down and prayed that I wouldn't cause any trouble. "Alaz, look, this is your sister Mina." said Başak Arıkan, raising her voice. Seeing that Alaz did not react to her, she must have been angry because she put her hand to her head and rubbed it lightly, then told me to wait here for a while and went to her husband.

He still wasn't looking at me. Actually, I wouldn't care about this behavior since I'm used to this insignificance, but I wanted to get this kid's attention. I had such a strong sense of attraction that I wanted to do whatever I could to gain his attention. As he was defeated in the game, he got angry, hit the console, but still did not turn his eyes to me. I took a few steps closer to him. I looked at the game he was playing. While the children in the orphanage were chasing after their parents, I chose to play computer games in the playroom, which is exactly why this was a game I knew. Finally got a chance to get his attention, I smiled. "Hey, you're doing it wrong." I said. Here, I got your attention. He slowly turned his head and looked at me, clearly dissatisfied with what I had said. Apparently he didn't like being given advice, but I was going to use it. "What was I doing wrong?" he asked. Even his voice was impressive. I closed my eyes, shook my head. "Didn't you think I'd say it so easily?" When I asked him, he looked at me in surprise. He turned uncomfortably left and right in his chair. I approached him and sat on the chair. He never took his eyes off me, as dark as I've ever seen in my life, and was watching what I was doing with curiosity. I had managed to get his attention, but now I had to get him to talk. I took the console from his hand and passed the places he could not pass in the game. He was watching me in amazement, a strange smile appeared on his face after every episode I passed. How beautifully she was smiling, I wish she hadn't kept it from me...

Seven years later;

Today we will celebrate my seventeenth birthday. Although I did not know my exact birthday, I considered the day I came to this house to be the day I was born again. The twenty-fourth of November remains my birthday. It is unknown if Alaz will be able to come to my birthday, as he has been in his father's company for a few weeks. Although I am saddened by this situation, I do not doubt until the last moment that he will keep his promise to me. Tomorrow I will go to America to study Psychology, a department I always wanted to study because of the traumas I went through, and this will be our last chance to see each other. His work and my lessons will be a great obstacle to seeing each other in the years to come.

"Mina! We are waiting for you." called my stepmother. They treated me so well that they made me feel like their own daughter. No matter how close I felt to the family, there was something strange about them, I was getting older, but they always remained the same. Başak Arıkan was like the same woman I had seen seven years ago. There was not a single white in her hair, not a single scratch on her face. The same was true for Ceyhun Arikan.

"I'm coming!" I called out from my room as I took off my pajamas. I took my phone that I had just thrown on my bed and said; "Did you come?" I wrote and sent it to Alaz. When there was no response for a while, I took a picture of myself and sent it again, pursing my lips. Again no answer! Something happened to him? My heart started to beat as if it would burst, I was so scared that the blood on my face was drawn and pain like arrows began to pierce my head. Even the thought of something happening to him was enough to take my breath away. I was startled by the sound of a click on my window and I was freed from my bad thoughts.

I ran and lifted the curtains and opened the window. He was standing in front of me with a huge bouquet of flowers in his hand. "Red roses... my favourites!" I shouted. Panicked, he put his fingers to his lips and gestured for me to shut up.

"People at home shouldn't know I'm here!" he called softly. He looked so glamorous with the same color coat that he threw on his black suit that when I realized that I was not wearing anything for a moment, I felt a warmth on my cheeks, I blushed. We had seen each other naked many times out of the comfort of living under the same roof, but this time it was different. I went inside and leaned against the wall. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to explode. "Thank God he didn't see them all..." While I was comforting myself, I came to myself when my stepmother called once again. I put on my clothes and left my room. I was only thinking of him as I went down the stairs. When I found an opportunity and escaped outside, I ran and jumped on Alaz's neck. I wrap my arms around him, inhaling the scent of his perfume emanating from behind his ears. As soon as I touched him, all my troubles were erased and replaced by peace and happiness. His thickened arms caught my attention, how could he find time to exercise in the midst of all his work? I touched your arms; "Did you start sports?" I asked. His muscles were so prominent, it looked as if they were going to tear his coat and gush out. "Did you like it?" he asked mischievously. "Good," I replied shortly. I couldn't look into his eyes as the scene from before was constantly in front of my eyes. He lifted my chin with his index finger, forcing me to look at him. "I want you to look at me," she whispered.

I parted my lips in surprise, and when I dared to look into his eyes, I read the stars of that dark night one by one. His sparkling and hopeful eyes draw me in, enough to make me beg to look at them one more time. The situation I was in made me groan slightly.–Ah!

It was the groan of my body begging for his touches. All my cells were begging for him to touch me. He took a deep breath, realizing that something was bothering him. "I have to confess something to you," he said this time, who averted his gaze. "I should have done this a long time ago, not when things got to this point." he added, this time turning his face to the moon, which was like a plate in the sky. "What happened?" I asked, wondering to death. My body was tense and my words were choked. "You can tell me anything, you know." I said touching his shoulders. "My father," she said, closing his eyes, "is insisting that I get married."

Frustrated, I took a few steps back. The moment I had prayed for so long had come. The thought that I knew would come one day, but that I had always postponed, came to light again. I knew, I knew it would happen one day, but I wasn't ready to face it. How long does it take to face reality?

I swallowed; "Well, you're pretty happy. " I said, looking like I was happy, actually I was trying to smile when I was so sad inside. What did I expect? That we can have a happy ending together? He is my stepbrother. It's not normal for me to even have such feelings for him. God is punishing me, punishing me for committing a great sin.

Raindrops hitting the patio silenced us both. I watched as the wind mixed with the rain fanned our hair. Still with his back to me, he didn't say a word. He shared this because he saw me as his brother,didn't he? As his Step-Sister, all I have to do is wish him happiness and be by his side. "Don't worry, I'll always be by your side. " I said with a few tears falling from my eyes, praying that he wouldn't look at me. My heart ache, he turned to me unexpectedly and took my face in his hands and pressed my lips to his. He kissed me with great passion and desire. I saw his cry, that night my great love flowed through my hands and disappeared. I knew very well that we would not see each other after tonight. That is why I responded to him, as I had repeatedly repeated in my dreams.

I closed my eyes, I couldn't breathe for a second...

I didn't feel like celebrating that day. That magical moment between us was our farewell. I loved him silently, and tonight I said goodbye to him silently.

When my family was dropping me off at the airport, they insisted that I go on their private plane. I was grateful to them for not separating me from their own child and making sure that I took advantage of every opportunity they got. Now that I want to stand on my own feet, I turned down their offer. I even won the school I wanted to go to by working day and night with a full scholarship. I learned to be proud of myself when I succeeded with my own efforts. Winning this school was one of the moments when I was proud of myself. For many years I wondered who my real family was. Did something happen to them? Were they some kind of addict? Or because they were in trouble, they left me in front of the White Orchid? For years I have searched for answers to these questions. When I gave up hope, I stopped calling. If it is written in our destiny that our paths will cross again, we will meet, just as with Alaz. After that night, I knew I would never see him again. Hatta okul bittikten sonra bile geri dönmeye niyetim yoktu. My Başak mom would be pretty mad at me, but that's the path I wanted to plan for myself. The very thought of being able to see him with another woman hurt me enough. I couldn't do this to myself. I had to pack up, bury this love in my heart. I have to draw a new life for myself, just as he is about to do.

After sitting in my chair and saying goodbye to my family, I buried my face in my hands and broke into sobs and said goodbye to my true love.

After about twelve hours of travel, the plane finally landed at the airport. Since it was my first time traveling by plane, my body was feeling very strange. I was dizzy, yawning all the time. Before boarding the plane, I realized that even though I took medicine to avoid getting stunned, it didn't work.

It was very cold, so I buttoned up the front of my coat and tucked my hands in my pockets. I took the paper with the address of the house where I would stay and read it.

-124 Eureka Central City, CO 80427

When I told my parents about the situation, they were very angry, but then I managed to make up for it. They told me how proud they were of me and repeated over and over that they would support me whenever I wanted. I called a taxi and got in. I showed him the address in my hand and told him to drop me there. Seeing the address, the man looked at me strangely. "Are you sure, Miss?" he asked. This gesture surprised me, but angered me a little; "I'm sure, why do you ask?" He obviously didn't want to drive because it was a short distance, but I wasn't going to give up on him.

When the driver turned the key to start the car in sweat, I opened the window and started to watch the beauty of the city. This will be a new beginning for me. At least I will try...

As I passed the Golden Bridge, America's most famous bridge, I felt like I was in a Hollywood movie. It was foggy and dark. I wanted to go home and sleep as soon as possible. Soon we stopped in front of an apartment. The driver said that this is the address, and I checked and verified with GPRS and got off. The apartment looked abandoned, and a chill filled me. I stood in front of the big old door and knocked several times, but no one opened it.

-I can't believe it, I was left at the door with my suitcase in my hand...

I tried pushing the door handle to open it, it opened.

It was a very fancy apartment. When I saw the room covered with wallpapers, where purple and dark blue colors meet harmoniously, my mouth fell open in amazement. After admiring the apartment, which was furnished in a Gothic style, I went home. The door of my house was open, and the thought of someone being inside alarmed me. "Is there anyone there?" I called. When I got no response, I went inside. I saw a red-haired man reclining on an expensive black armchair. I put my suitcase aside and walked towards him angrily. When I came to his bedside, I had the opportunity to examine him closely. His eyes were closed, but he was restless. He looked like he was taking a short nap, not like he was in a deep sleep. He was tall, quite attractive. He had an aura that girls my age dream of. I poked him in the shoulder a few times after I stopped examining him. -Hey! Wake up... He was just like ice, he didn't have one-tenth the temperature that a normal person should have. I brought my ears to his mouth to check for breathing; "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" he jumped out. Surprised by his reaction, I just stared at his face. Look at this, he's both sleeping on my couch at my house and trying to hold me accountable when he's hot.

"Excuse me but this is my house, what are you doing in my house? Are you a thief?" I said, pulling out my phone from my pocket and pretending to dial the policeman's number, hoping he'd be scared. Yet he just smiled. He was obviously a man with an adrenaline rush. He got up and walked towards me and brought his lips to my ears as I had just done; "I don't want trouble, flat chest." he made fun of me. Embarrassed, I brought my hands to my breasts. I raise my eyebrows; "Flat chest? ' I asked angrily. I was distracted by the sound of the door slamming behind me, and I immediately took a few steps back. The white-haired man entered. "How did you get in here?" ' he shouted at the red-haired one. "Calm down, Luca. This place was empty and I wanted to escape from the crowd at home." he said, winking at me. "James, you bastard!" said the white-haired boy whose name I learned was Luca. He started chasing her. –Are these two ignoring me? ; "You're getting the hell out of my house right now!" I couldn't believe how loud my voice was when I shouted. My throat was torn from shouting. I coughed a few times, finally getting their attention. Pointing at the door with my thumb; "Get out!" I said briefly. They both froze where they were, said obediently: "Yes ma'am," and ran away from my house. When they left, I brought my hands to my chest and took a deep breath.

"Fucking Americans!"

I'm not out of anger yet, I have to ponder a lot about what to do with these idiots. I left my suitcase on the edge of the armchair where the redhead I had just learned was named James. I threw myself on the couch without even removing my coat. I was so tired that I couldn't even go to the rooms. As my eyelids closed slightly, I kept reminding myself that I had to change the lock on the door the next day. In the morning, I felt that I was cold on the couch I was lying on, and I opened my eyes. I ran my hands over my arms: "Why is it so cold?" As I was thinking, I realized the window was open, but I was so sure it was closed before I went to sleep. I walked to the window and looked at the view from my house. It was looking at such a beautiful forest that I was softly angry with myself for not having seen it before. You were watching the endless array of trees, amongst the lush green cypress trees lined up in rows. It was cold as we were in the autumn season, but the sun rising through the trees warmed you a little. I closed my eyes and closed the window after breathing the fresh air into my lungs. I've turned it on and off a few times to see if it's broken. After making sure it wasn't broken, I went straight to my bedroom. It was decorated very simply that I have never been a person who likes pomp, anyway. Realizing that my phone was still in my coat pocket, I quickly took it out and checked the latest calls. –Alaz, twenty-three calls.

The pain of separation was still very fresh, the sadness sitting on my face took away all my happiness about today. This must be what they call the slap of life, because nothing happens the way we want, we had to live with what was imposed on us. I slowly opened the zipper on the front of my suitcase and took out an old picture frame.Both Alaz and I had an eight-year-old version of the frame.We took this photo while fishing at the lake house we went with our family. It must be a beginner's luck, I filled my fish bucket as soon as I threw the fishing rod, but Alaz was still hunting. After waiting for a long time, he finally got one. The fish he caught was larger than mine, and he bragged about it so that it would catch my attention. A frog jumping out of the lake made him jump and at that moment Ceyhun Arıkan captured this photo frame. We had so much fun that day... I left the frame on my nightstand and pulled out a few pieces of clothing from the bulk of the suitcase. I quickly put on my beige sweater and blue jeans, then put on my glasses and left the house. I left the apartment praying that I wouldn't see the nutcases yesterday. Today was my first day at school. I was very excited and also very curious. Years later, I was happy to meet new people and make new friends. As I passed the coffee shop, the smell of fresh filter coffee and croissants blew my nose madly.

When I opened the door of the shop and entered, two people were waiting in line in front of me. When it's my turn, the cashier girl; "Hello, can I take your order?" she asked. I saw a passing girl who was about fifty-five tall, with black skin and black eyes, with her curly hair gathered behind her back. She must have been around my age and he looked quite affectionate.

"Hello, I wouldn't be lying if I said the smell of fresh coffee drew me here." I said laughing. The girl was impressed and relieved by my sincerity; "Oh, I guess you're new around here. I've never seen you before." she said. She wanted to communicate with me. "Yes, I came last night. My name is Mina, today is my first day of school and as you can see I am very excited. I haven't even settled in my house yet." I said, covering my face in embarrassment with one hand - She must think I'm a total jerk! Then her laughter made the whole shop groan. I looked at her in amazement; "Which school do you go to? I'm a student too, maybe we're in the same school." he asked. I looked around, the tables were pretty full and this girl was dying to chat with me. I guess he didn't have many friends. Showing the tail that piled up behind me; "If you want, I'll stop by again in the afternoon, then we'll see you in more detail." I winked. He nodded gratefully, gave me what I wanted, and we said goodbye. While walking on the pavement, I was biting my croissant and sipping my coffee at the same time. A passer-by on a black motorcycle deliberately drove over the hollow of the raindrops, splashing me with water. I stayed where I was. The motorcycle man stopped and took off his helmet. Since my glasses fell on my nose, I could not see exactly who was in front of me. I adjusted my glasses in one motion, and I saw him. With his red hair and green eyes, the black jacket he wears is almost –I am here! like shouting. He grins at me through his pearly rows of teeth under his pink lips, waiting for me to attack and yell at his.

"I knew you were an idiot, but this time you outdid yourself," I said, struggling to hold my coffee in anger. He continues to smile mischievously, looking me up and down with the happiness of getting what he was waiting for.

"Oh, was that you flat chest? You're so small that I couldn't see it." he said, still making fun of me. In fact, he was happy about it.

I clenched my teeth and fisted my hands. I wanted to pour the hot coffee in my hand on him and stuff my Croissant down his throat.

"Today is a good day, today is a good day..."

I was trying to calm down and come to my senses, but it made him laugh even more.

"When you get angry, your wrinkles show up, you're ugly anyway, then no one will pick you up." he said, pointing his fingers at me and making movements as if he were shooting an arrow. If I didn't think you were so repulsive, I would have thought you were flirting with me.

"Does it look like I need someone to pick me up?" I asked. He just hung the helmet he was holding on the arm of his motorcycle and got off his motorcycle. He started walking towards me. His eyes pierced my soul like an emerald, and that feeling never aroused good feelings in me. Fear, I think I was afraid of him. I took a few steps back as he came towards me. I didn't feel any warmth towards him, he looked like a dead man. I couldn't find a single expression on his handsome face. He put his hands in his pockets and came close enough to me that he could hear my breathing. He opened his mouth slightly and leaned closer to my neck as if he was going to bite in a little while. I felt his cold breath on me. He wanted to bite but was holding back. It was like he was contradicting himself. When he realized he couldn't cope, he inhaled my scent and walked away.

"What are you?" he whispered while looking into my eyes.