Vasili
I did not know how to feel now that I had told Edward everything. I had never told anyone so much about me, that it was eerie. Mary, Yavok and Katarina never knew all the things I went through as a child. I never found the need to tell them since it had all passed. In my mind I was long over it, but as I found the tears building up I had a feeling I was not.
Everything still felt so fresh, from the moment I was friends with Nico to the time I was moved to New York and became an imposter in my fathers eyes. It felt like the old wounds I had, had been scraped off and opened up all over again to reveal even deeper cuts. I was too afraid to look into Edwards eyes as he held me.
