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Sophia spent most of her time in bed, by herself. She had cried all her tears, and had none left to shed. In fact it was as if she had nothing left anymore.

Except her daughters. They were the only ones that kept her sane in her moments of sorrow. She constantly thought back to happier times, when her Ryan, Kendall and Emma would dance around their shared bedroom.

Those times were gone, Ryan was gone. There were no happier times she could share with her husband, but the only thing she could do was sit in her bed and think. That was the hardest part, but she somehow couldn't bring herself to stop. It was what she was holding onto, she was holding onto memories while lying in her bed, breathing but lifeless.

She was curled in her blankets one morning when her daughter -who resembled a lot like her sister Jillian- came in to greet her before they left for school. She couldn't find it in herself to move, she didn't want her baby girl seeing her so distraught and depressed. Kendall however, couldn't find it in herself to let her mother be so sad.

She began to tell her a story about a woman in town walking around naked. Sophia softly giggled at the story and her daughters attempt to cheer her up, but still she stayed in her bed cocooned in the sheets.

"I guess I'll be going then..." Her daughter song-songed, just as she was about to turn away her mother pulled her arm and threw her into the bed along with her. They were now in the mess of sheets that Sophia had kept herself in and she kissed her daughters cheek softly and smiled.

She didn't want to push away one of the only living things that kept Ryan close to her heart. Her two daughters were the only thing she had left of him, and she loved them with every single piece of her broken heart.

"I'm sorry sweetheart. I'm just so tired." She said on behalf of her behavior. Although her eldest daughter knew why her mom spent most of her time cooped up in her bed all day.

"It's okay mommy." She whispered softly.

She stayed in her daughters arms, and finally let her go since she did have to go to school. For the remainder of the day she stuck to the routine she had in place for herself, since the day Ryan left her life. She would think about him, and the time they spent together which would ultimately make her cry. Then she would go downstairs make herself a sandwich and head back up to her room while she continued to hate her last name and the curse that was placed on it.

At night time, after her children had eaten dinner, done their homework and were tucked into their beds and being told a bed time story by the aunts. Sophia was in bed, staring up at the ceiling but this time not thinking only of Ryan, but her sister too. She looked down at the small scar on her hand, from the day her sister left and softly whispered her name.

"Oh, Jilly." She hoped that wherever she was, that she wasn't feeling the way Sophia was right now. She hoped that her sister, was the same free spirited girl she knew, but she also hoped that she was missing her just as much as she was.

Jillian was all the things that Sophia had hoped. She was happy, she was in Florida in the hot sun working on her tan. She was making every man-single and taken- fall at their knees for her. Specifically one man in particular- Azrael Lumin.

Azrael Lumin, had been the occupant to Jillian's bed, for quite some time now. He was one of her longest relationships and she was sure that he loved her. She couldn't call what she felt for him love, in fact Jillian didn't fall in love. Maybe it was because she didn't want to love just one person, she just wanted to know what it felt like for someone to want her all the time.

That's exactly what Azrael gave her. She had been with her fair share of people who claimed to love the cursed girl, and even though she would return in saying the three little words she never actually meant it. Although, Azrael didn't just love her.