Summary
I was born as the villainesss daughter inside a novel. When I was born, Moms wrongdoings have already been revealed leading to her confinement in the tower, and soon shell receive a miserable death at the hands of the main characters. I held her hand while looking over my mother who searched for her ex-husband until her dying breath. My small hand entwined Moms rough one and she finally turned to me with a warm gaze. I understand you, Mom. ... Dont struggle anymore, and rest well. And dont wait for something like Dad who wont come. At my words, a tear fell from my mothers eye and soon, she comfortably rested. As the novels villainess is dead, I, her daughter, will also die tomorrow night by those people. And then the second part of the novel will start. A novel where the main characters go on adventures, love and become happy at the first part. But I dont want to die and I have no thoughts of letting the second part flow as it is. Its fine even if Im this mean. Its a life where I dont know when Id die anyway, so might as well change how the novels second part goes.
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