FINAL CHAPTER

Agatha stares at the sleeping figure of Theo on the bed, no real emotions crossing her face. Unlike the hospital room that she received when she came in the Scorpio Venom Society, all plain white, Theo’s is different. There’s a whole forest painted in the walls with baby elephant’s and giraffes and monkeys and every other forest animal, smiling and playing within themselves. Her bed is just the same, and so is her nightgown. And as Agatha sits there staring at her daughter, she feels like she is staring at a younger version of herself.

You look so much like me, and yet, when you open your eyes, you look like that damned man. Like your father.

Thinking to herself, she doesn’t even realize when her hand moves to her neck as she grabs the anklet, playing with it in between her fingers. And just as she does that, she remembers a certain someone, feeling like it was only yesterday that she met him and kissed him in his soft lips as he held her in his arms and comforted her.

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