Never More Alike |T.M.R.

This is not a Tom Riddle love story.
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Six feet under the ground, a beautiful young woman lay. Her skin was pale, almost as if she were a ghost. But that wasn't something you'd notice at first. The first thing you'd notice was her hair. It filled every inch of the wooden casket she lay in. She'd been underground for nearly fifty years. Presumed dead.

Nothing about her aged beside her hair. It was a dark brown, almost black. You couldn't tell just yet, but her hair was as straight as a board.

Suddenly there was a sharp take of breath and her eyes snapped open. It was dark and you couldn't tell, but her face had a terrified look. Pure horror.

In a matter of seconds that horrid turned into anger. Pure anger.

She shifted her hands so they were splayed out on the lid of the casket. And with a harsh push, the casket rose from the ground and landed on the grass with a loud thud.

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*began June 2023