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She wouldn't give Kai the satisfaction of having a gruesome death, she bled as elegantly as any woman could have. She died with kindness, she didn't let this life turn her cruel. I was appalled. There was no word strong enough, to show my anger. That poor woman. So many unholy things happened this night.

Using their familiarity to try to sway them, I almost feel jealous. Almost. “you brought this on yourself. You could have just done your job and you could be alive right now, all tucked up in bed,” dean replies to her. “she wanted all of this! she did this! why can't you all see this?” she screams when that doesn’t work and I almost laugh when it all falls on deaf ears. It's almost comical, the way her face falls, eyes wide when it finally clicks on her it's going to happen. She is going to die.

"I'm gonna put this as nicest as I can, but you can't keep milking the same old cow. Yes, she's gone. And, are we hurt by it? Yes, we are. But, beyond that, there's nothing more to do. Honestly, if I feel sorry for anyone, it's the people on this rotten, corrupted soil . A genius had once said..." She looked off into the distance, a seemingly heroicly look on her face, before she spoke again. "Death. Death is easy; life is hard." She muttered, her eyes clenched shut. I sat up slightly, moving closer and chuckled slightly. "Seriously? Twilight?" I teased, folding my arms to which she punched me in the arm. She held up her hands in mock surrender, a teasing smile on her face. "Hey, don't judge

" My throat dried up at his words. I could feel I was the one they were talking about. There was a sigh, "so what if Avery confirms it's not her, what're you going to do to her?" My eyes tightened even harder. "Let's see," two steps forward and I felt the cold air of his presence surrounding me, "if she doesn't give me the response I want, then I'll have to kill her for wasting my time. To me, anyone with her face deserves to die, and in no ordinary way" My throat dried up, as he continued.

My death, the concealment of my death from the world, and the perfect hiding for the murderer… "Alright, I get it." She reached out to wipe the tears from her face and returned to the elegant look. "I will remember that." Charles and Derek were relieved to see that. I was watching everything that happened from the side. It did not matter to me. I knew long ago that they did not love me. Even so, why did my heart still hurt? The next day, Susan went to the crematorium alone and collected my ashes. She did not go home directly but went to the orphanage where I was found.

I whispered softly as I stared at her, enchanted by her beauty even in death. She was wearing one of her favorite outfits, faded, torn blue jeans with an off the shoulder black t-shirt. Even in her simplicity she had always been perfection. Her long, dark, walnut colored locks were pulled into a bun, and her gorgeous big brown eyes squinted as she smiled her signature big gorgeous grin at me. If she were alive, her eyes would be sparkling, but the lack of sparkle told me that she was, infact, still dead. "The spell worked then, ofcourse it did. Right? I'm sure they don't call her Queen of the United States Witches for no reason." She giggled softly as she tilted her head slightly to look at

Connor's face turned as pale as paper as he collapsed into a chair. I drifted to his side and whispered softly, "Are you satisfied with how this turned out?" … When Connor pried open Vivian's door, she froze for a moment before putting on a concerned expression. "Is there news of Sylvia?" Her voice remained sweet, her eyes still innocent. "She's dead." Connor's tone held no emotion. "Someone hacked off her limbs with a silver dagger, forced wolfsbane down her throat, and tortured her for at least two hours." Tears had already begun to slide down Vivian's cheeks. "No, that's impossible. Connor, don't scare me like that."

"You see, just because someone appears alive does not mean they are not dead inside. "Without dignity, the soul has already died, and all that remains is to cling to someone else like a parasite. "I hope you all understand this lesson: never trade your dignity for anything. Protect your worth. Treat yourself with respect." After the ceremony, Sophia returned to Alan. He frowned. "That was too risky, Sophia," he said, concern edging his voice. She met his gaze with practiced innocence. "I showed it because I admire Selena's mental strength. I wanted the students to have a strong woman as a role model."

A smear of crimson is on her lips, the drops I forced there with hands that were steadier than my conscience. There's no pulse. No breath. Her eyelashes rest against skin thats already turning pale. She's too still. It's not sleep. It's not unconsciousness. She's gone. I've seen thousands of people dead. Men killed on battlefields. Women burned in sanctuaries. Children thrown into plague pits like discarded clothes. Death doesn't interest me much anymore. This one does. I told myself to walk It's a practical.thought. If the blood doesn't work, the problem solves itself. If it takes hold, distance will keep judgment from clouding what needs to be done.

"Everyone always said you were born cursed. Just like that psychic said, you'd be the one to ruin me and keep me from what was rightfully mine. Even after they sent you away, I was still terrified. You not being dead is my nightmare every single night." Melody looked like a madwoman. "Later, I found that psychic again," she spat. "He was nothing but a fraud. My parents paid him well, so he pretended to be clever and made up a bunch of rubbish. But I wasn't satisfied. You deserved to die. I got this statue from him. He told me that if I stuffed a person's birth data and hair into it, I could burn that person's life away and make it serve me. So what if I copied your designs, Charlotte? It's a