I’m Amore. I have an addiction to death, but my name means love. The word ‘addiction’ might be quite strong for this context. Habit? Compulsion? Obsession? Curiosity? I don’t know what word to use. It’s because death always followed me, death took away my happiness, sadness, love, guilt, and any other emotion you could feel of.
‘An intense feeling of deep affection.’
I googled it many times. My name I mean. I don’t understand. Quite ironic.
In my 18 years of life, I felt this feeling twice, and both were taken away from me: my mother and him.
My mother died long ago. I don’t remember anything of her, but anything that my father described I believe to be true.
‘She had a thin and long face,’ my dad described, ‘pink cheeks but abnormally pale skin. Even if she stood outside in the sun for hours her face would be awfully pale. Her hair was orange. A beautiful shade I must say. A mix between cinnamon and bright orange.’
My father is dead as well, as well as any living family I once had and knew.
I’m an orphan now, I was one since the age of 13, a short snow-pale young girl, just wanting to see her family.
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BINABASA MO ANG
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Short StoryA short spine-tingling romance story, showing tragedies in life. A young adult experiences hardships in life, and as her most valued person abandons her for someone else, she drives herself towards total madness. Not a typical story, this, not the c...
