Rotting from the Inside ; Five Hargreeves

"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity."
-Edvard Munch

(Five Hargreeves x OC)

Number Eight. The Angel.
Seraphina Hargreeves had always been rather quiet. She never quite seemed to be 'all there.' Always staring off, seemingly lost in her thoughts; plagued by her own psyche.
She only ever seemed mostly there at Five's side, his presence appearing to pull her back and ground her to reality.

When he left, disappearing without a trace, the girl seemed to curl up in on herself, isolating herself from her family and the outside world, a husk of who she once was.
Resigned to the house she had been raised in, the dauntingly high ceilings and empty halls haunted the timeless fractal endlessly as days bled into years

Then, on the morning of March 21, 2019, Sir Reginald Hargreeves was found dead.

"I have too many ghosts here... but.. I don't seem to have enough ghosts anywhere else.
What would I be without the ghosts?
The opposite of a haunting is something very lonely."

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