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"Mommy?" I sobbed.
"Mommy?? I again saw a ghost!" I muttered, walking through the corridor.
"It was too big." I sobbed, stopping in front of the door.
"Mommy...I can't sleep-" My voice was interrupted when I pushed open the door to her room.
"P-papa?" My eyes widened. I ran to him.
"Who hurt you?" My voice loudened, if I didn't scream.
He was crouched in a corner, with his hand resting on his forehead, which was bleeding continuously.
Broken pieces of flower vase was scattered everywhere around him.
Jasmine. My mommy's favourite flowers were on the ground too.
She wouldn't like it.
I took a step closer to one flower to pick it up but the next voice startled me.
"Your mother." I blinked.
"No." It was immediate.
"Mommy won't." My voice was stern.
"That bitch did." I flinched at the word.
It was a bad word.
I should correct him.
Being hurt doesn't mean you can hurt others.
"That's a bad wo-"
"I'm sorry." He apologized, all of a sudden.
My brows furrowed confusedly.
He realised his mistake even without someone pointing it out?
I stood there for a second before I felt a presence behind and turned back to find my brother.
"You should be asleep by now." He said, coldly, I nodded.
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𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
RomanceHe has a plan. A plan built to tear a man's life apart - vein by vein, breath by breath. From that cursed day, all he's ever wanted was to ruin him beyond recognition. But death? Death is silence. Death is peace. And peace is mercy. He's not here to...
