❝𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲?❞
❝𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 had a few, perhaps a little or more than a palm of qualms in his life. First up was the whole "The Boy-Who-Lived" shenanigans, then there was an ungodly am...
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VIII.WHAT AM I DOING?
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"I made a promise
To distance myself"
"YOU ARE NOT WHAT WASdesired, but you, Marjorie, shall be mine,"
Marjorie quite disdain the prospect of waking up in the morning sometimes, for it usually meant that she would have to be greeted by the annoying misery of the life that she was supposed to love and leave the life that she was haunted by. Today was no different when she had woke up with a start as the memory of her mother's words echoed in the chamber of her mind. It was another reminder that her mother was dead while she was still alive.
The memories of her mother, faint and fragmented, were a constant presence. She wished she had known her mother better; Penelope Evermore had been a remarkable woman. That much, Marjorie remembered. If only the world had granted them more time together, perhaps she would have more than just distant echoes and fleeting images. But wishing wouldn't bring her mother back, and Marjorie knew that. The only way to be with her mother was through death, and that wasn't an option she could entertain.
...or can she?
Kidding. She had far too many things in life to get done before she could even think of dropping dead as of currently. And living through another day was one of those things. Though, it wasn't like she had woke up willingly, you know? Did you actually think she would choose her currently reality over the dream she had for her mother, having a tea party? No, of course no. She would've been content in continue sleeping if it weren't for the bunch of pecks on her bedside windows by two birds; an annoying familiar falcon and a barn owl.
Luckily for those bloody chickens, though, none of her dormmates had woken up from their stupid commotion. Just her.
Lucky Marjorie.
Not the sarcasm.
For a moment, she merely let them peck the window continuously. She wanted to believe that she could simply make it out to be a simple white noise that could bring her back to sleep. Unfortunately, she knew she couldn't exactly let them peck for forever while ignoring them, considering that the falcon would probably whine once it returns to her owner. Also, the bloody bird also so happen to be, during her earlier years, the object of her heart drop. The owl? Barely within her mind of knowledge to care.
Anyway, Marjorie would love to think that she was different now — that she was a completely changed person with many restraints. She wasn't afraid of the falcon anymore and what it meant, instead she found herself nervous of the letter it carry; the black envelope that was sealed with the insignia of the Evermore family, which was just a book with an E at the centre — not very creative, she reckon.
