I could still remember that day, the very day I was plagued by memories, of my entire life, at my very birth, as well as memories that weren't mine, invading and pulling me back to life. As if a second chance was given to me I opened my eyes to a whole new world.
I felt like myself but at the same I wasn't, I was cold… like the very dead body I once was and all warmth was gone.
It was too cold and yet I was breathing, did I cheat death? Or was I simply pulled out of a nightmare and brought back into a living one?
"Do you hate me?" Grayson's words to me soon after he embraced me and broke at the thought of losing me, wreaking in my arms as he spilled tears.
He made a choice, a choice to either let me drown in my nightmare or make me a cold creature.
