// A BROKEN HEART IS ALL THAT’S LEFT
I AM STILL FIXING ALL THE CRACKS
LOST A COUPLE OF PIECES WHEN
I CARRIED IT, CARRIED IT, CARRIED IT HOME. //
- Duncan Laurence, Arcade
Unknown POV
I stand here… in the front of my mother’s grave. It has been 12 years now. She was a good woman, and regularly visited the church. She even carried out drives to help the needy. She was indeed a good woman. She did not deserve anything that happened to her. The gods might have turned upon us if they did not intervene when we were tortured for days in a row. The false god that we worshipped… left us when we needed him the most. Those monsters ate my dear mother’s life and for what? Just because she was a little bit different from us. Just because she was good enough that she did not hurt them, they
