ASTRID'S POV
I can't believe he's gone. Thomas, my love, my everything.
How could this have happened? I stare at the spot where his head used to be, the blood still fresh in my mind.
The pain is unbearable, the tears flowing freely down my cheeks.
I can't stay here any longer. I need to see him, I need to be close to him.
I stumble outside into the cold, snowy night, the wind biting at my skin.
I make my way to the cemetery, my heart pounding in my chest.
I find his grave, the snow covering the ground around it.
I fall to my knees and start digging, my hands raw and bleeding. The tears mix with the dirt as I frantically dig, desperate to see him one last time.
Finally, I reach his body. I pull him out of the ground, his headless corpse limp in my arms.
I cradle him close, sobbing uncontrollably. The sight of him, lifeless and cold, sends me into a fit of vomiting.
I touch my stomach, feeling the emptiness inside me.
How can I go on without him? How can I live in a world where he no longer exists? The pain is overwhelming, suffocating me.
But I know I have to be strong. I have to keep going, for him.
I caressed his lifeless body, tears streaming down my face. I knew he was gone, but I couldn't bear to let him go.
I had loved him with all my heart, and now I was left alone in the darkness, haunted by memories of our time together.
I vowed to avenge his death, to find the one responsible and make them pay for taking him away from me.
But for now, all I could do was hold his lifeless form close to me, feeling the chill of death seeping into her bones.
I slowly dragged Thomas' body into the dungeon and I closed the door.
He has to be with me.
I started vomiting.
And I think there's a living being inside me.
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Black Magic
Mystery / ThrillerA woman in the 19th century curses her husband with black magic, she doesn't know the exchange of that, it might end her whole bloodline.