Story: Daughter of Aphrodite
"Ophelia..." Her voices echoes trough my head. What the hell was that? I look around like a paronoia, but don't see anybody. I know my real name is Ophelia, but actually, nobody called me that in a very long time. Than I realize it. I want to awnser, but I can't get a single letter over my lips. The only thing I reache, is that tears start to stream down my face like waterfalls. "M...Mom...Mother?" I falter. I takes a long time before I get a awsner, and I get consious of the fool I must be right now. My knees are trembeling so mutch, I have to sit down on the chair of my vanity. I look in the mirror. My face is wet with tears and black with mascara. I heard that voice. I'm sure. I've never been so confident of a thing in my whole life. It's her. I can feel it. "Yes. Yes my dear." When I hear her voice again, the tears I thought I had controled, start to fall again. My mom. I found her.
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| Titel Nieuwste eerst | Woorden | Gelezen | Aangepast | 000. Prologue | 214 | 215 | 1 decennium geleden | 001. The day I left | 1362 | 180 | 1 decennium geleden | 002. Hades and Persephone | 1002 | 203 | 1 decennium geleden | 003. Hoos and hot tubs | 1654 | 184 | 1 decennium geleden |
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