NATALIA’S BODY trembled as she forced herself not to recall that most dreadful day. But those eyes, those green eyes that almost reflects her own haunts her. She fought to bury the memory she have sworn to forget. But even as she forcibly closed her eyes, she could still feel her gaze on her.
“Talia...wake up! You’re shaking. Here, drink this.” It had always been that way. She craved for something that she shouldn’t. Her addiction sets her apart from the other orphans at St. Benedict’s. That is the same reason why she was always returned whenever she’s adopted; because of her illness or curse as the nuns call it.
“Ela, we can’t keep on doing this...”
“Shhh...Don’t worry about it. I’ve got you as long as you’ve got me too. I just hope the next time you’ll be taken from here, I
