Months flew by.
Days waited for nobody… Not humans, nor kings and Alphas.
February
March
April
May
Gazing through the window at a blue sky and loving the sun, I checked the weather app on my phone for the third time today.
13.3°C
I smiled at the screen like an idiot. A happy one.
At some point, my body's biological clock began regulating the cycle of rhythms differently. Measuring time like it was endless… It was convinced that I was immortal, even if technically, that wasn't true.
That dark incident of torturing Elena at her office was my personal BCE/CE notation. I wasn't the same monster after it.
Did I cross a line back then?
Yes.
But by crossing it I found a new light.
BCE was the darkest of all times for me. I was lost, lied to, and forced to act normal when not a single thing was normal about me.
