Trigger Warning Talk of Su*cide
Esme POV
I can't focus on anything but the thoughts of Marcus. My mother's words are still replaying in my head as I curl up on my bed. She spelled Marcus. He never really cared about me. I wanted to believe that he did, but my mother is powerful. She has no reason to lie. I think about the kiss we shared. The kiss that was my first. The kiss that made me feel loved at the moment. The kiss that wasn't real. The tears from earlier start to roll down my cheeks again. I have no one. My mother hates me. My father never wanted me and now what I had with Marcus wasn't real.
Part of me wishes I could just disappear. That I could stop this feeling of hopelessness from surrounding me. I've never thought about leaving this world to join the goddess until this mom
