Chapter 57. I Can’t Let You Go

Rasmus’s POV

Vulnerability was one of the many emotions we, as humans, tried to attain. It went beyond the realms and worlds, even beyond the true meaning of the word itself. I thought I was incapable of feeling that way after my mother was killed in front of my eyes as I watched my father drive the dagger into her chest. I thought I was beyond that hatred, and after his death, I’d find that emptiness inside me filling.

When they found her dead body lying on the cold floor in a pool of her own blood, eyes gaping open and chest torn from the point where her heart was supposed to be, I was kneeling beside her, a three-year-old child, holding desperately to her cold hand as I sobbed. But what startled me at that time was I wasn’t able to lift my hand and point my finger at my father. I couldn’t let them take him away because that would have made me vulnerable, too.

Foolish and naïve me thought I couldn’t let go of both of my parents.

I grew up believing t