Chapter 8: Undead

The blonde genuinely didn't know if she laughed at that moment. Just stared at Leonore's face still astonious by what the woman had just said. Dead, how could she be? Artemisia remembered many things in her life and none of them was of a possible death. She remembered the death of his grandparents, remembered the first time one of her pets died, remembered the time she had fallen in love with her classmate and he also died months after a "dating" child. She also remembered her father's death perfectly. Artemisia remembered many deaths, often dragging her morbid veil wherever she went, but none of those memories were of her death.

She didn't know Leonore, there was no simple memory of bumping into the girl in twenty-two years of life. It didn't seem to make sense that the redhead was telling her the truth, but there was no reason for her to decide to lie either. Actually, nothing made sense. From the night crows to the bouquets that appear and mysteriously disappear, nothing more matc