🥀 OTHELLO'S POV 🥀
Everything changed in a twinkle of an eye, my fragile heart was beating rapidly.
I looked around anxiously and I clearly remember the moment, “I – It's – it's happening again,” I stammered.
I held one arm with the other arm, trying to stop myself from opening the door for my dead mother who only came back to life to kill me.
“My son, let me in… let me make up for the time we've lost,” her voice rang out.
I struggled, with sweaty palms and peed pants, “Go away!” I muttered, breathing heavily.
My hands skipped off the door and my mother walked in with a crazy grin on her face.
I collapsed to the ground, crawling behind a desk in the room, “You still haven't changed? Always hiding and weeping. Who would save you now?” She mocked.
“Stay away,” I cried out, shivering i
