i’ve forgotten the trick of being alone.
The death of Josette was severely detrimental. Feeling her essence within, memories and her personality merging into her well - being. [ It made her caused such harm that was damn near indescribable. ] Her catastrophic destruction, a collapsed mind, the seclusion. It was a recipe for a twin. [ How tragic to be born together and die apart. ] This was a living nightmare. This was damnation. This was her curse.
❝ Well you should be good at remembering it. After all, you wanted to be alone after being the cause of so many deaths. ❞ Grief is venom. Secluded on the island of Kythnos with the locals. Speaking various tongues has always been a perk of life. Life of a traveling beauty, belonging to a mother who recruited special supernatural students all around the globe, it was important to become gifted in all areas of life. It was important to blend in and be normal. [ Be human. ] Being a witch, after all, got Josette killed. ❝ How did you even find me? ❞













