A Hand Of A Friend

[ Mind these dots> ••• As they represent the moments Amethyst dwells in memory/vision and later comes back to reality]

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Time elapsed! Memories, dreadfully of the kind— kneel right on the chambers of your heart. Look around you Moon Crawler, You became Mine!

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An artifice smile reappeared on his face that dearly lacked emotion, pushing Amethyst into a world of frenzy. "You cannot revert, but I shall tell you the truth," Wendell murmured, orbiting the confused Amethyst whilst he carefully placed his veiny, wrinkled hands on his back.

"Your mother…"

Wendell's hoarse voice whimpered shortly after the shack was swallowed in the stomach of brightness given by the candles. A slight glimmer of a vision hit Amethyst, making her legs numb. She, who was trying to pose as strong, barely made a gallant attempt to hide her tears.

She wrapped her hands around her shuddering figure and listened to the whispers that were dancing around and mourning deep in her ears. "Your tears…purely venomo