“You didn’t even know your daughter was dying?”
“You don’t deserve to mourn her.”
“You blocked her mind–iinks when she begged you to send healers–but you didn’t.
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And when you finally showed up, you had the nerve to accuse me of helping her deceive you!” “You didn’t even notice how pale she was! The first thing you did was cursed her mercilessly!” “And now you dare to blame her for not telling you she was sick?”
“How pathetic. How cruel. How utterly heartbreaking…to have parents like you.”
Hearing those words, my father completely broke down.
He choked on his breath, too devastated to speak.
Blood streamed from his forehead as his claws dug into his own scalp.
His voice cracked, hoarse and raw–but no cry could bring his daughter back now.
I stood there silently, my soul hovering in the cold air, watching it all unfold.
A bitter smile curled on my lips.
“Why is it that regret only comes… after you’ve already lost the one you were supposed to love?”
My parents knelt before my grave for hours, refusing to leave even as the cemetery guard came to lock the gates.
When they finally returned to the den, just as they stepped through the door, they were stopped by a sharp, shrill laughter echoing through the halls.
“I told you! I told you those stupid old fools would never believe Jenifer!”
“They love me now. I’m all they have left.”
“If I’d known she’d die so soon, I would’ve pushed her into the silver mine long ago!”
My father froze. His blood ran cold.
“What did you say?”
His voice was low, trembling.
“You… You were the one who pushed my daughter?!”
