She rushed to her mother's room crying tears of joy and sadness at the same time.
Mother! Mother!
Her mother replied, worried about her baby
Oh baby whats wrong? Are you okay?
Her mother held her hair, her face was like a city, flooded of tears.
Mother I..I'm sorry! I tried to do it, but I just couldn't I..I'm...
Hush baby, don't apologize. Come here.
They then proceeded to hug, she showed her knife she kept secretly revealing a small stain of blood on it from her hand.
Baby I didn't know you've kept this for so long..you know what, let's get rid of the knifes, it's been a long night. Let's get to bed.
They both slept, her mother gave her comfort, and she held her mother very tightly.
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Scars she carried
General FictionShe was depressed. She let out her sadness with scars. Her blood was her happiness. Unfortunately, it was lost. The blade was her enemy. However, she became its friend. She couldn't stop thinking about the man in the moon.
