Here Lies Love ✯ isaac night

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It turns out that when Wednesday had flown out of the window, she had also fallen into a deep coma - the hyde she had once cared for in her special Wednesday way had shown his true nature yet again.

Demitra couldn't help but stare at the sleeping girl, there was something quite poetic in the way a girl so black-hearted and cold could look so peaceful while she slept.

Setting the black roses down in a vase beside the bed, Demitra was completely oblivious to Moticia Addams entering the room.

''Demi, always a pleasure,'' she spoke softly.

''Mrs Addams, I was just ..''

''It is fine, don't worry. And please, call me Morticia.''

''Thank you.. Morticia, I'll leave you two to it.''

''Demi, I hope you were alright last night, there must have been a lot of strings to cut.''

''I was fine Morticia, why wouldn't I be?''

''They hurt you, do they not?''

Yes.. they do. But how would you know that?'' Demitra frowned.

''I.. Wednesday must've mentioned it.''

Demitra smiled slightly, confused, and left the woman with her daughter. She had never confined in anyone about her strings hurting. 

The more Demitra spoke to Morticia, the more odd she seemed.

Undeniably, Demitra's mind had been occupied by Slurp recently, specifically the zombie calling her Rose.

The girl moved over to her bed and pulled out her laptop, perhaps if she did a little research, the girl's thoughts would be tamed.

Tale of the skull tree - she typed in.

The search engine came up with lots of articles about the folk story, mostly from social media accounts belonging to people from the school.

She skimmed through them - none of them mentioned a girl named Rose.

Seeing that the date that the story originated from was 1991, Demitra typed in - Nevermore class of 1991.

The images were lacking in anything useful, but as she scrolled down she found something.

A picture of two girls - one appeared to be a young Morticia Addams, her long straight black hair was the same and the dark dresses; the other girl, who hugged young Morticia from the side, had her face blotted out. Underneath the picture it said Mortica and *******Rose (half of the girl's name had been blurred out).

Demitra's face contorted with confusion - Who was this Rose and why was she such a mystery?

Tap tap

Thing had trotted up onto her bed where he tapped gently on the girl's shoulder.

''Don't tell me you know who this Rose girl is, Thing?''

The hand hopped onto her keyboard and typed in - Rose Nevermore Incident 1991.