Days have passed and still hold her number in my hand, contemplating on what to do. Day and night I overthink the possibilities and the outcomes of another meeting. She said that my real mother and father would be disappointed, that I should stop this state of grieving. Saying this so lightly like what I have been through was a walk in the park. She knows nothing of my past and of my predicament.

Tink looked like someone that I can really trust, someone that could give me the information I need to finally get past this tragic episode of my life.

I begin to wonder if what I sensed in her was even legitimate. Did I feel trust? Or was I just desperate for a hand to hold and person to listen?

A battle began in mind, do I carry on with this unending burden or finally open up and let it go? I only met Tink because I forced myself to not be bound by my past. Was it a sign showing me that I was walking in the right path?

As I kept staring into darkness memories of the tragic night began to rise from the deep depths of my mind. Six years have passed and I can still see it as clear as day.

FLASHBACK

The sun began to set as we prepared for tonight dinner. Mother and father have finally made arrangements for me to meet the son of Alexandria and Darwin Bennett. I couldn't have been more disheartened. My parents are absolutely well aware of my own take on early marriage and I abhor the very idea.

I do know that they only mean well and know what is best for me but I honestly cannot see how this would benefit me.

As we prepared the feast the lights began to flicker and die down, the wind blew with a great force that it opened every single window of our humble home. I heard mother scream and I ran towards the sound of her voice, fear rising all the way to my lungs that I couldn't breathe.

I reached the dining hall and there a man with a cloak, long curly hair and hat stood before my parents. With a sword in his hand, he slowly turned towards my direction. I stood frozen, unable to think. His eyes were dark and full of malice; he wore a menacing grin that sent shivers down my spine.

I saw my parents squirm as they were being tied up, yelling things I could not hear. The mysterious man began to walk towards me; with each thump of his boots I took a step back.

He stared right into my eyes and chuckled.

"A pleasure to finally meet you, Elle Moira Pan"

I shake my head trying to pull away from those awful memories. Silent tears began to fall from my eyes and began to ruin the piece of paper that I held. I panicked; I didn't want to lose this last shred of hope.

I quickly wiped my tears, stoop up and ran towards the drawers. I frantically reached out for a pen and paper, anything to salvage the last light given to me.

I wrote down the number, as I did so my mind began to swirl. In that moment I knew, I'm going to call Tink.

A/N:

I honestly don't think I could keep apologizing every time I send in a late chapter. Hahaha. But I really do apologize! There has been so many thing that has been happening in my life that prevented me from finishing any of my stories and I hope that you'll continue to support me. THANK YOU so much to all the readers and the people the review and favorite and all that jazz! I'll try to keep updating and to do it as soon as possible!

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