Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Crystal’s POV:

I felt like I had experienced a long dream.

In that dream, I seemed to have lived my entire life.

My dream was ordinary but wonderful. Although I was just a regular person in it, I had a full life.

Here, I was happy every day. I was just an ordinary student. I was surrounded by my friends, and we studied and worked together.

I also had parents who adored me completely. They accompanied me and showered me with warmth, making me incomparably rich.

However, I always felt a deep sense of emptiness in that warm world.

In my dream, I always heard some vague sounds. The sounds were like imaginary bubbles. The second I tried to catch them, they would burst. They also sounded very far away; as if they were coming from another world. In the beginning, I wanted to ignore them, but they always surrounded me, leaving me with no way to escape. Gradually, I became used to them and they became a part of my dream.

Whenever darkness fell, I would sit alone by the window and gaze at the night sky.

As I stared at the twinkling stars, I always felt like I had lost something, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. Everything in front of me was what I had always longed for, wasn’t it?

However, no one gave me an answer. Day after day, I could only continue watching the starry sky as my heart felt increasingly lonely.

I thought I was probably unwell. Some indefinable emotion coursed through me, and I had nowhere to vent it. There was a voice deep within my heart that kept reminding me that I might have forgotten something. Maybe it was a person or a memory.

At thjs time, I suddenly heard a man’s voice. It was gentle and pleasant, and extremely unique when compared to my noisy surroundings.

It wasn’t the first time I heard this voice. It would ring out every night at this time.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

The difference was that it was always fuzzy in the past, but today it was particularly clear.

I was becoming more and more deeply aware of the tenderness and affection in this voice. Every time he called out my name, he said it like he was whispering to a lover, making my heart flutter with restlessness.

He was telling me a story again. This time, I finally comprehended his words.

He was talking about our two children.

I was shocked. I was only. eighteen years old. How could I have two kids? He must be joking!

However, as I continued to listen, I was suddenly enveloped by a strong sense of familiarity when I heard him describe the kids’ faces in detail. He talked about their laughter, as well as their joy, anger, and sorrow.

Tears pooled in my eyes and streamed down silently. Little by little, the gaping hole in my heart was filled.

I finally knew what I had lost.

It was my love for Rufus and my kids, and my desire for a real life.

No matter how wonderful this dream was, in the end, it was just a dream.

I was such a moron to leave Rufus and my children behind.

I impulsively opened the door. My parents called out from behind me. I tried my best to hold back the tears I felt inside me and didn’t look back.

I walked to the cliff closest to the starry sky. The wind whistled in my ears. I gazed into the deep night sky, shut my eyes, and then resolutely jumped off the cliff. I was determined to not leave them alone this time.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw him, Rufus, my love.