The Awful Truth
Dear Journal,
Amavia Delaurac lost her mother today. The Defias brought her body to Westbrook Orchard so she could be buried beside her lover.
Right now she's on the kitchen table, wrapped in a sheet.
Delaurac's not taking it well, which is bad for all the right reasons. It proves she still loved her mother, that all my efforts getting them reunited weren't in vain. It proves parents can still love their children even after fucking up on unbelievably royal levels. But all my good intentions may have only made her hurt more now that Svafa's dead.
Her funeral's tomorrow. They said Idle Hands killed her. I wonder what George will think about that. With her dead, our Master is screwed out of several investigations. Maybe he was planning it. He plans for everything.
Right now Delaurac's asleep in our bed. No more tears. No more pain. It's hard to know she'll wake up tomorrow and have to live through this all over again. It's hard to know I can't do anything about it. I've never lost a parent like that. I don't know who they are to start with, and maybe my adopted mother counts but she was never around and she ran out on me in the end anyway.
I hate you, Sherry. I hate you so much.
Amavia Delaurac lost her mother today. The Defias brought her body to Westbrook Orchard so she could be buried beside her lover.
Right now she's on the kitchen table, wrapped in a sheet.
Delaurac's not taking it well, which is bad for all the right reasons. It proves she still loved her mother, that all my efforts getting them reunited weren't in vain. It proves parents can still love their children even after fucking up on unbelievably royal levels. But all my good intentions may have only made her hurt more now that Svafa's dead.
Her funeral's tomorrow. They said Idle Hands killed her. I wonder what George will think about that. With her dead, our Master is screwed out of several investigations. Maybe he was planning it. He plans for everything.
Right now Delaurac's asleep in our bed. No more tears. No more pain. It's hard to know she'll wake up tomorrow and have to live through this all over again. It's hard to know I can't do anything about it. I've never lost a parent like that. I don't know who they are to start with, and maybe my adopted mother counts but she was never around and she ran out on me in the end anyway.
I hate you, Sherry. I hate you so much.