"If you were given the opportunity to change your future, would you do it?"
"Let me tell you that I do, if I told you that my whole life was ruined since my brother's death, would you believe me?"
"I was tied since I was conscious, my brother's death was premature, it's like overnight everything was a new world, my father was too hurt to open his eyes, mother was under depression, me, well me I was just a girl to realize those emotions that they transmitted, or so I thought, I think I'm just not a human, those parents that I adored so much vanished, they both cursed me and condemned me just for not showing signs of sadness at the death of Marcus, that was his name..., I didn't know what to do that time, I just know that from that moment both of them took me as a phenomenon, I think I could feel a little bad at first?, I'm kidding, unfortunately no, I didn't feel anything, forgive me dear brother, you didn't deserve to die, but the world only created those who are really fit for it."
"Do I sound too selfish?."
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-Morticia!, hurry up the carriage doesn't have all the time you have, don't make me repeat!.
The voice of my father just makes my ears rumble, with my nonchalance I just sigh, in my hand I hold the cigarette that I hated so much as a child, back then I didn't know what it was, now I just use it to distract myself, it's just that the smell that bothered me before now it just relaxes me, this feeling is indescribable, when I take it I only know that it bothers me to leave it without finishing it first, don't take it a breast, don't do it either if you don't have the need, and, even if you do , there are always other routes.
-MORTICIA!, COME DOWN NOW AT THIS INSTANT!.
With a grimace and a blind eye, all that remained was for me to throw away that cigarette that I had wanted so much to finish.
Now you were standing in front of the carriage holding your small briefcase, you only carry it for decoration who are you kidding?, you just have to pretend to be your brother, that should be considered unforgivable, but you have nothing to say to those who left you forgotten.
-Morticia...- your father scratched the back of his neck remembering how he should call you before other people.- I mean Marcus, remember everything you have to do, sell, take, and leave, no more, no less, I hope and don't commit a mistake, you know what it would mean so much for me, for your mother and of course for you too-, he said with a threatening tone.
With a blank face you just nodded at his argument, the truth is that why did you even have to say something? There was no need to waste your voice.
As you got into the carriage you took one last look at the window of your room, would you really miss being in there? The truth is that no, what better than leaving your state. You sat down comfortably just to tell the driver through the window that it was time to leave, and so it was, hence who would have thought that from stepping on that carriage the atrocities would begin.
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When you opened your eyes now you saw a beautiful white landscape, captivated by that you did not even realize that you had reached the agreed place, but there was no problem, you knowed that you had a residence near the mountain, what could go wrong?
The driver took you out of your thoughts by touching the window and taking a look inside - Excuse me sir, we have a problem on the road, I think it has been blocked - he told you, fixing his top hat and then closing the window.
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FanfictionMorticia Samatia, what pretends to be Marcus Samatia, her deceased brother, is recognized for the extravagant furs and fashion outfits that he sells all over the world, he decides to venture through a small town hosted by Europe, what he did not kno...