The story revolves around a woman who is coping with the loss of her husband, who went missing many years ago. Strange events begin to unfold after what would have been his birthday. First, her child who bears a striking resemblance to her husband...
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Y/n encounters strange creatures called widows, who appear as angels with white eyes and hair. Y/n's son is taken by these creatures, and now Y/n is targeted by unknown people. She receives a warning from a stranger with similar features to the widow
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ℳ𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ
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As a child, I cherished the stories my parents used to tell me. One tale that remains vivid in my mind is about a mythical being known as the "angel widow." My mom described them as ethereal figures with pale complexion, white wings, and flowing white hair. She always emphasized the mesmerizing beauty of their eyes, saying that one could easily become lost in their gaze.
I once expressed my desire to see an angel widow to my mom, but she dismissed it, insisting that they were not real. Even if they were, she said, they would never reveal themselves to us. She added that if they did exist, they would likely be in disguise, resembling ordinary humans.
Despite her words, I became determined to find one, and for years, I dedicated myself to the quest. However, as I grew older, the pursuit of these mythical beings faded from my mind.
Here I am in 2004, on April 14th, a Wednesday, looking at my mom's lifeless body. She looks as perfect as she did when she was alive. I feel an overwhelming urge to cry, but for some reason, the tears won't come.
My emotions are a jumble, and I'm struggling to make sense of it all. As I watch her slowly recede from my view, I find myself lost in my thoughts, contemplating the impact of her absence on my life and the memories we've shared together.
I was standing there lost in my thoughts when suddenly I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I turned around and to my surprise, it was my aunt. As I looked at her, the resemblance to my mother was uncanny, and I couldn't hold back my emotions. It hit me hard that from now on, it would just be me and her, facing the future together.
Six years have passed since that moment, and now I am 21 years old, standing on the grand stage at the University of Hamilton, finally graduating. I see my aunt capturing the precious moments with her camera as I hold my hard-earned degree.
As I make my way down the stage, my eyes lock with those of a strikingly handsome man. It felt as though time stood still, and I was in awe just looking at him.
Suddenly, I stumble on my gown, about to take a fall, when I feel strong arms reaching out to catch me. The sensation was comforting as if I could just close my eyes and drift away in their embrace.
