This story ends in blood.
Well, that was how the story started too.
A baby girl was born, covered in blood from her mother's womb.
She was crying. Or squalling, to be specific.
She was extracted from her mother's womb.
The Healers said, "It's a girl. Congratulations."
And the baby girl was brought home.
Life went on.
Life went on with people she knew.
People she called family.
People everyone knew.
Then she started her own life.
She had an unexpected baby, but this baby turned out to be the light of her life.
She was a mum to a sweet baby girl.
She had family.
She had love.
She had affection.
She had life.
She had light.
It sounds nice, doesn't it?
Sounds simple and sweet and pure.
Simple like the way the sun appears when the moon disappears.
Sweet like the syrup drizzled generously on the waffles of her birthday breakfast.
Pure like the laughter elicited from those around her.
But somewhere in between, in the deep depths of her life, things were not so sweet and pure.
This is no love story.
This is simply a story where love is taken as less than a minor factor.
And secrets were unravelled.
Secrets that were meant to be kept a secret.
And by the end of this story, they will be covered in blood.
Some of it will be their own and some of it will be other's.
Blood surrounds them.
They will smell it.
They will see it.
They will breathe it.
They will soak in it.
They will swim in it.
They will drown in it.
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𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 | 𝐝.𝐦
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