FUCK.
He got away.
Again.
I can’t believe it. I finally found him. Spoke to him. Felt his bones snap beneath my grasp, which I had dreamed about for months.
Years.
I finally had him, only for him to evade me yet again.
Not only did Kian not remember me – or what he did to my family – he didn’t care.
Anger surges through me and my fist flies out, slamming into the wall beside it. It splinters, cracking straight down the middle. A lady yelps in alarm, clutching her bag to her chest as she runs away, fearfully glancing over her shoulder at me, but I turn my back to her. I curse myself for forgetting that I am in public.
I have tracked him endlessly, and so far haven’t had any luck. It feels like I’ve started all over again.
I should let it go. Give it up, but I can’t.
Kian is still alive.
My revenge plan is not over yet. I will find him, even if it takes me an eternity.
Because his death is mine.