*Heaven’s Pov*
My mum died when I was barely four years old, so I barely remember what she looks like. She never appeared in my dreams and she made sure not to leave anything that would remind me of her behind. I don’t know if that was on purpose or it just happened but that didn’t matter right now as I stared at a reflection of her and tears poured down my cheeks.
She was so beautiful and I look just like her. The red mark from the rope she used to hang herself was still very visible on her neck and I felt my heart twist in pain. She left me in this world all alone, that was selfish. I want to ask her a whole lot of questions but I couldn’t form the words as my lips were quivering. We had the same hair color, which was pretty much all I could remember about her.
When I asked the great
