December 16th, 2023
A new journal. That marks the start of a new beginning for me. Must be something good, right? Nah. These past few months have been the most chaotic ever since my mother's death 10 years ago.
First, I found out my dog died of old age. Sure, he may have been as old as me, but he had at least a couple more years left. He was a good dog and had the fluffiest gray fur. I don't know what breed he was. For all I know, he could've been just a mongrel. A good dog nonetheless. A good comrade who I hope can rest peacefully now.
A few weeks later, I was told my father died as well. Can't say I didn't expect that considering what he did in his life, but no one is ever prepared to hear these kinds of things. He was the only relative I had left. Well... the only one I knew of, at least. Surely, if I had anyone else, they would've been there after my mother's funeral or at my dad's funeral.
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Cold-hearted (fem!reader x Call of Duty)
Fanfictionthe story of how Y/N is Makarov's daughter and now has to deal with her father's bs after he died yay Tw: mentions of extreme violence, passive suicidal thoughts, description of disturbing imagery
