ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠɪᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ
Set in futuristic dystopian Chicago centuries after a war, society is divided into five factions that represent each virtue. Abnegation: the selfless, Erudite: the intelligent, Candor: the honest...
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"Peek-a-boo!" My mother reveals herself from behind the curtain.
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"Mama!" I giggle, bolting towards her and wrapping her into a hug.
"How is my little princess?" She asks.
"Good, Mama! How are you?" I smile goofily at her.
"Lovely now that I've seen my beautiful hija. Come let's fix the birds nest that lays on your head." She pokes my hair.
"Hehe. Yes, Mama." She leads me to the vanity, getting out a brush, proceeding to lay my hair down flat. "Mama?" I call out.
"Yes, princesa?" She softly says.
"Sing for me?" I ask politely.
"Of course." She starts.
"Te prometo no llorar Esperarte y no olvidar Regálame un último beso que me haga soñar Y este grito de dolor Nunca callará este amor Prefiero vivir esperando a aceptar que no estás Te quiero tanto, amor No sabes cuánto, amor ¿Por qué te vas?" She hums finishing off.
"When I grow up, I want to be beautiful. Just like you." I admire her beauty, her strength.
"You're already beautiful, hija. Inside and out." She praises, softly caressing my long brown hair.
"I don't think so, Mama." I giggle.
"Not true, princesa. You're the most gorgeous person I've eve-" She breaks out mid sentence, dropping on to the floor in a coughing fit.
"Mama?" I run towards her, crouching beside her. "Mama? What's wrong?"
"It's okay, hija. Just a little cough."
Little did I know...
"Why did you leave me, Mama? I need you." I sob as I stare at my mother's grave. "We were supposed to be together forever."
I lay her favourite flowers, lillies, on the top of the grave. She was too young to die.