Chapter 250: A Stolen Thing

Eleonore’s POV

I was in my parent’s house again.

I could hear the ringing of my mother’s laughter, I could feel the warm breeze wafting in from the kitchen windows. I heard my father’s love, baked into the wallpaper, building the foundations of the house. They were in love, here. They were living at their glory’s zenith.

And so was I. I could hear my own gurgles, an infantile laughter. My father was… he was doing something silly.

And then in the next moment I was in my crib, that same scene that played in my head over and over and over again. Just moments before they had died, that black mass that buried itself into them, that black mass that overtook them. I could… hear their heartbeat, as though it was more aware than they were, as though it felt the evil before their eyes could see it.

I heard it the moment their heartbeat stopped, long before their breathing did. As though their heart wanted to leave first because it, itself, was too afraid to feel that pain.