Venomous Cure • Lydia Martin [complete]

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For years all I've ever wanted was someone to love me and for me to love them. It was my dying wish.
The year was 1866.

That night I stopped aging, I thought I had found the one, but I was obviously wrong. The girl who I thought stole my heart, broke it instead. She left my heart in pieces and didn't even bother to try to put it back together. From then on I was on my own.

My family died from old age and I remained frozen in time. I had already graduated from school and got a degree and began my life over and over again as a teenager searching for the one that would fix my broken heart.

And so, I moved from place to place every decade to make sure no one became suspicious of me. I decided it was enough of Rosewood, Pennsylvania, and moved to Beacon Hills, California.

Every where I visited, everywhere I lived they were all the same. No one was capable of healing the wound that keeps me weak the most. So, I gave up on love for a while, but she pulled me right back in. She made feel like there was hope again. She made me feel alive again. It was her.

the strawberry blonde.