December 5th 1872
Divith!" My mom called.
"Please, baby, help me." Her hand reached for my leg as I stood expressionless before her, watching her suffer. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth, analysing my mom's pain. I cocked my head to the side as if not understanding what was happening.
Her arm trembled, a small tear running down her pale face.
"Divith..." Her body went limp. The arm stretching to grapple at my skin dropped to the floor along with her head.
She was gone.
I chuckled to myself.
"I love you too, Mama." Leaning down, I placed a soft kiss on her cold corpse, exiting the house.
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Happy Endings Are Not Real
RomanceDivith Jones is an immortal psychopath, who murdered her mother at the age of 13, blaming it on suicide. Though, she doesn't blink an eye seeing her mother's corpse on the floor. While on the other hand, the gods are unhappy with it and curse her wi...
