Epiloog
My life has always been worse, I thought when I saw the flashes of my life came.
My happy life in the most beautiful (and biggest) town, the move to a small village (witch I hated), the kids on that school (witch I hated almost more than the village), the year I was finally happy, the phone calls to my grandmother- who I loved so much, the teacher who I trusted, who I saw like family.
Then the day that my mother told me the news that hurt- so much: my grandmother died.
The day that my teacher told that she didn't came back because of her child.
Every happy thing in my life crushed, witch caused enormous pain.
I stared in the dark eyes of the hunter who let me choose: go to the people who I loved what will caused enormous pain to them, or live my life different, in a way I always wanted.
I closed my eyes when I nodded, and braced myself.
