It was two days ago, and I just couldn't cope. You were gone, and I was alone. I remember you once asked if I loved her more than you. I said I couldn't choose. I lied.
Several nights later, after studying for three whole days, I was finally prepared. I had everything I needed, the fangs of a wolf, the tail of a rabbit. I found the cards at a thrift store, the best deal I'd ever gotten. Anyways, I had what was needed. She was asleep, as she needed to be.
I started chanting, in time with the tapping of the dagger. The ritual worked, as soon as her blood spilled, you came back.
You were horrified and screamed at me. "What have you done! YOU KILLED HER." I can understand what you were going through, and you just need time to adjust.
I can't help it, I love you more than her. I don't care if she's our child.
