Juliette returns to her home town after the unfortunate passing of her husband in a tragic work accident.
Her life becomes mundane and she's clouded by depression until a smiling face chases away the rain.
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** just an edit about her appearance, instead of her hair constantly being ice it'll be simply long and white whenever she's calm. It only freezes if she's angry or feels a sudden unexpected emotion.
PART II *
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* Juliette
I woke up to the sound of little feet running into my room, the only warning before I was jumped on.
"Mama mama! Get up!"
I grumbled and put a pillow over my face.
Every morning, this little ball of energy is always here to remind me how old I really am.
After about 30 more seconds of violently jumping on my bed, accompanied with the sound of shrill toddler screeching, I was up.
My groggy eyes focused on the little beast sitting next to me and smiling.
"It's morning, mommy."
She said it matter of factly, and I couldn't help but smile.
Oh, how could I stay annoyed at her. My adorable little imp.
She's the only joy I have down in this eternal hell hole.
"I'm aware, Ava. After all, why else would you be up causing chaos?"
I asked her and gave her cheek a gentle pinch before throwing my legs over the edge of the bed, standing up.
My arms stretched over my head and a few pops released from my back, causing me to sigh as I lowered my arms.
Then I was off. My day would be nonstop until the night falls and I put my little girl to bed.
Today is school work and then grocery shopping.
I thought through my plans while I effortlessly avoided kicking Ava as she wove around my legs.
Despite being four years old, she was still very small. Imps are naturally small, so I wasn't concerned about her size. She probably wouldn't get very big.
I let her up onto the counter while I made breakfast so she could watch, and then we sat down and did her daily school lessons.
There was no way I was letting my sweet girl go to school in hell. I'm perfectly capable of teaching her without the risk of her getting murdered at her desk.
