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Warning: suicidal thoughts
Devore used to only care about one thing in her life, which was being her father's little girl. And boy, she was. She was Isaac's first gift of fatherhood. His first pride and joy. His grand jewel. No matter how much she loved her mother and how much Chanel loved her, nothing could come between Isaac and his daughter. They were made for each other. They'd die with each other.
That's what she thought, anyway. Devore was certain they were supposed to leave the world together. For she could not live without her father's love. But life doesn't work that way, and more times than not, it's against you. She didn't know that until her father was killed, murdered, actually. Wiped out, massacred, destroyed, whatever you want to call it. Devore calls it murder. It haunts her every single day of her life. And she truly believes that some sort of her died with him. A piece of her rotted away, turned her dark, turned her mean.
Grief does terrible things to a person.
Her dark brown eyes watched the rain fall, the sound tingled her ears. Devore stood at her balcony, the windows wide open, the wind blowing the curtains, and she thought about how much it would hurt if she jumped. Or if she slipped. She could make it look like an accident. She wouldn't scream or cry, or yell for anyone to come and help her. She's just lie there and close her eyes, and wait to see the light that her father saw when he died. Then they would be together again.
When she was little girl, Devore wondered what it would be like to be a bird. Any kind of bird. She wanted to know what it was like to fly, with her wings spread, to feel the feeling of complete freedom. Isaac always called her Bird, and he'd always say when she was ready to fly away, he'd be with her.
After a while, Devore decided she could handle things in her own. That she didn't need anybody. Everything was okay. Devore was okay with doing things on her own as long as she didn't have anyone to try and tell her any different, because frankly, she didn't care for anyone opinion.
