I drag Aimee's bloody, dead body. I capture some of her tears into the shell. More pearls appear. I am right now sitting on a mountain that I made of pearls. It looks glorious, except the part where there is Aimee's blood splattered around. I never knew I was capable of this. Now I am crying more to bring Aimee back. The flame within me is dead and gone, as I am now disgusted of myself because of my despicable act. I may be the most richest person right now, but without Aimee, I am nothing. More pearls roll down my mountain of pearls. I must say, I definitely cried with true emotion. The reason I found the shell is because out of all my siblings, I was the most despicable. I carried a burden, a burden of Maman Majorie's character. All I can do now is be filthy, bloody rich, and a crying a man. I am not a man, I am a demon, a monster.
I hate myself and Maman Majorie, or should I say my past mother. She should've just let me live with my true family, where I was truly happy. This wasn't my fate or destiny that was chosen, I chose this disaster, and Maman Majorie helped to achieve it.
I received something great, and, I ended up losing my beloved one.
THE END
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Pearls
ParanormalIt's fascinating how drastically someone's entire life can change by one decision someone makes. But then it's up to that person to choose how to live up to that decision. A poor man lives on the rich snow and soil of majestic mountains, but he clai...
