Silvia Davis POV
My vision blurs as tears well up in my eyes, desperately fighting to keep them from spilling over.
"Why am I not strong enough?" I cursed silently, never wanting to shed tears, especially not in front of him. It was never part of the plan.
I had always imagined that when I finally confronted him, it would be the day he faced his own demise. But now, my heart aches. I can't forget that night, how he spoke so sweetly and made me feel loved in all my eighteen years of existence.
Now, at twenty-one, I find myself reflecting on it. I may try to hate it, but that doesn't change the fact that it was a moment I can't view through eyes filled with hatred. It was a collection of cherished memories, aside from the few tainted ones I had with my parents, mostly my father.
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