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I'm Enoch O'Connor. My peculiarity is to rise the dead, I'm as cold as the dead things I rise. Yes, I'm a Necromancer. I live in a loop with other peculiar children. Our loop is September 3,1943.
There's a girl in this loop who is the only on...
"I'm so nervous!!!" I whined. It's my wedding day today...I'm getting married to Enoch. Just the thought of it makes my heart skip a beat.
"It's alright, Olive. This is your first and last time to get married. What's the worst that could happen?" Emma reassured me. Emma is my Maid of Honour. And trust me, she looks beautiful in her dress. But according to Emma and everyone else,
"You're really beautiful! No one can match your beauty right now!"
And I don't know if I should believe it or not. I never thought of myself being beautiful. If you're wondering why I don't believe them, here's why.
I actually have no idea what I look like yet, they're still doing my hair.
"And....done!" Emma said the words I've been waiting to hear. Believe it or not, it's tiring sitting here. If you're in my place here, you'll understand.
I looked at myself in the mirror. And saw someone that is not me. A girl in front of me is wearing a beautiful wedding gown and her hair is tied up on a braided bun.
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I look beautiful.
I thought to myself, finally believing their words. I take a deep breath.
