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𝖿𝗍.

| ᴄᴀsᴛ/ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs's ɢᴀʟʟᴇʀʏ |

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" ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ғᴏᴏʟs
ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ.. "

~ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏ, ʀᴇᴅ ᴠᴇʟᴠᴇᴛ

"How do I look grandma?"

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"How do I look grandma?"

I giggled ecstatically while twirling delicately with my beloved mother's Black Swan gown. As if the princess vibes occupied the element.

"Oh my God... You look so delightful stunning! So gorgeous.. Just like your mother. Oh, my little honey," grandma pleased as she reached her hand and caressed my hair.

"I... Unbelievable. I can't believe my granddaughter are soon going to get married tonight. Time flew so fast. Your mom would be so proud of you seeing this," she sighed evasively.

I urged my lips carved into a sincere smile, tried to discard off the lump that surged over my nerves.

"Yeah grandma.. I know," I leaned my temple on her shoulder.

"How wonderful if mom could view the whole marriage scene... Or become my bridesmaid.. And, if she was still here," my arms inexplicably wrapped around her body.

Instantly I buried my face on her shoulder, intended not to expose the tears I'd shed, again. Intended not wanted to expose of how weak and downcast still I am. Everything was so bitter clear, so vulnerability on recalling back the sick past where mom was still alive. And with my own pure eyes, it was so crystal clear that mom's death arrived my gaze.

She was too pure innocent to left the world yet her death, as if attached to bare hands of mine. As if everything was my fault. Until Papa rather handed me over to grandma and scurried away, without saying any good bye. Till today, he was never approached in my life, as if I was the curse to his emancipation and a toxic poison to his survival. The father usually I most bonded with was now completely inseparable.

All the matter was Kaii. My sweetest son of all and a key that truly able to light up my sky. Poor him for grew up with only a single mother.. Poor him for being a child from horrific past-The dark past that became biggest sacred secret hidden behind my bars.

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