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Mom, Please Love Me Again - HOT
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00:00My mom called me a liar from the day I was born, not because I actually lied, but because of
00:04this
00:05thing on my wrist, the Verity band. Mom was obsessed with science-based parenting, so when
00:09my twin sister Emma and I were born, she strapped these bands on us. Green light means truth, red
00:14light means you're manipulating reality. Emma's band? Always green. She could literally cut up
00:19mom's designer dress and blame the cat, and that little device would glow like a Christmas tree.
00:24Not me. She'd say. Green light. Believe me? Mom, I'm hungry. Flash. Red light.
00:29Instant punishment. And mom's punishment wasn't gentle. No food. Locked in my room. Digital
00:34blackout. No phone. No wifi. Nothing. The machine doesn't lie, Stella. Starve now, learn later.
00:42I'm doing this for your own good. After 10 years of this, I started believing it too. Maybe I really
00:48was born wrong. New Year's Eve, everything changed. Mom was getting ready to take Emma to see the ball
00:53drop in Times Square. And that's when the pain hit, like a knife twisting in my gut. I collapsed on
00:58the
00:58floor, my skeletal frame curling into itself. Mom. Please. It hurts. Nice try, Stella. Faking sick to
01:08crash our night? Pathological. She grabbed Emma's hand and headed for the door. I wanted to scream.
01:14But part of me thought, maybe she's right. The band is red. So I must be lying. I must not
01:18actually be in
01:19pain. Sorry, mom. I won't lie anymore. But the pain got worse. Way worse. The door handle turned.
01:25For one second, I thought, she's coming back. She's a doctor. She'll know something's wrong.
01:31Hurry up. The fireworks are starting. Emma's waiting. Mom's voice was ice cold.
01:37Mom. Please. Something's really wrong. I feel like I'm dying. She glanced at my wrist. Red light,
01:45flashing like crazy. She crouched down, grabbed my chin, forced me to look at her.
01:50Stella, how long are you going to keep this up? Can't you just be honest? Stay here and think
01:56about what you've done. Dad appeared in the doorway. Honey, should we at least leave her
02:00some food? Mom stood up, brushing off her hands like I was dirt. Food? She has a stash of snacks
02:05she bought with stolen money. She won't starve. Lock the door. When that band turns green, we'll talk.
02:12Dad hesitated. But- But what? Soft parenting is why she's like this. Look at Emma. Her band is
02:19always green. Stella's just a compulsive liar. She needs discipline. But my closet was empty.
02:24Emma stole that money. Emma ate those snacks. Emma just stood there with her glowing green band
02:29saying- Not me. And mom believed her. I didn't take it either. Red light. Three days locked up
02:34with nothing but bread and water. Mom turned to leave. Mom turned to leave. Emma peeked through the
02:39door, made a face at me. Bye sis. We're gonna see the pretty fireworks. Her band glowed soft green.
02:46So pretty. The door locked. The house went silent. Just me alone. The pain was unbearable. But I kept
02:51thinking, mom's right. The machine doesn't lie. The band is red, so I must be lying.
02:56I'm not in pain. I kept repeating it like a prayer. Eventually, I almost believed it. The pain,
03:04dulled. Or maybe I was just going numb. I crawled to my desk. I had to write. That was the
03:08rule. If the
03:09band glowed red, I had to pen a thousand word apology essay. Or mom would never let me out.
03:14I am a liar. Write it down. And maybe mom would forgive me. Maybe she'd even take me to the
03:18hospital. I opened my journal. Pages and pages of apologies I'd written over the years. Sorry I
03:24lied. I won't do it again. But this time, I wanted to write the truth. My vision blurred. I could
03:28barely see. My hand shook as I wrote. Mom, I really love you. It really hurts. Why won't you believe
03:35me?
03:36Please believe me, just once. The moment I finished the last word, the pain vanished. Just, gone. I felt
03:43light. Weightless. I looked down. I was floating. And there, slumped over the desk, was my body.
03:49Motionless. The Verity band still flashing red on a dead girl's wrist. Oh, I'm dead. But I never
03:54learned how to be honest. Sorry, mom. I heard laughter. I heard laughter. Mom, dad, Emma, coming
03:59through the front door. Mom's voice was so warm. Tonight's fireworks were amazing. Especially that
04:05smiley face one. Just like our Emma. I'd never heard her sound like that when she talked about me.
04:11I floated toward them, my ghost self moving on instinct. I wanted to help them take off their
04:15coats. That's what I always did. Mom, I reached out to hug her. My arms passed right through her body.
04:21Like wind. She shivered. Why is it so cold in here? Is the heat off? I stood there, staring at
04:26my
04:26transparent hands. Right. Dead people can't hug the living. Dad said casually. Should we check on
04:31Stella? She hasn't eaten. Still the good cop. I looked at mom hopefully. If she finds me dead,
04:36will she be sad? Will she regret it? Starved for all I care. This whole fake sick for attention
04:41thing is out of control. She pushed open my door. Didn't even turn on the light. In the dim glow
04:46from
04:46the hallway, she saw me slumped over my desk. I looked like a skeleton. Hadn't moved. Mom's voice
04:51dripped with sarcasm. Still putting on an act? Think I'll carry you to bed? Stella, you're 10 years old,
04:57not 5. Emma squeezed past her. Held up her wrist with that smug little grin. Look,
05:01my band's green. Stella's is still red. She's lying even in her dreams. Mom patted Emma's head.
05:07That's my good girl. Ignore the liar. Let her stay there. Maybe she'll learn how to be honest.
05:14Should we at least put her in bed? It's freezing. Put her in bed? The parenting expert says cold
05:20treatment is the answer. Look at that red light. She's still in full defiance mode. No reflection at
05:27all. Come on, we have to visit grandma tomorrow. The door locked again. I floated next to my
05:31corpse, staring at that single point of red light in the darkness. Mom, if you just stepped closer,
05:37if you just touched my hand, you'd know I was ice cold. But you didn't. You believed the machine,
05:41not the daughter you carried for 9 months. That night, a rat crawled out of my empty closet.
05:47I used to scream whenever I saw rats. But now I just floated by the ceiling,
05:51watching it scurry across my dead body. It bit into my toe, but no blood came out at all.
05:55I didn't feel anything. Finally, no more pain.
05:58It's okay. You can't feel it anymore. It'll be over soon.
06:03The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window. No warmth reached my body. In the kitchen,
06:08I could hear mom making breakfast. The smell of bacon and eggs crept under my door. My favorite.
06:13But mom always said liars don't deserve meat. So I only ever got steamed broccoli. She was clanging
06:17the pans extra loud on purpose, trying to tempt me out. Trying to make me give in and apologize for
06:23things I never did. In the old days, I might have caved. I might have confessed to anything for one
06:28scrambled eggs. But I don't need food anymore. Dad asked, reading his paper.
06:32Stella still hasn't come out?
06:33She is so stubborn. She can eat or not. I don't care.
06:37Emma walked to my door and made a big show of sniffing the air. Then she screamed dramatically.
06:42Mom! Stella's room smells gross! Did she poop in there?
06:46I floated by the door, watching my sister with bitter amusement. The heat was on full blast. After just
06:51one night, my body had started to rot. Now mom would hate me even more. Mom stormed over.
06:57Stella! Are you an animal? The bathroom is right there! Did you seriously go on the floor
07:02just to spite me? I remembered being six. I had food poisoning. Couldn't make it to the bathroom
07:07in time. Soiled my pants. Mom didn't help me clean up. She made me stand in the yard,
07:12pointed at me and told the neighbors. Look at this. She's such a mess. She can't even use the
07:17toilet by herself. Now she thought I was dirty again. Leave her. Let her sit in her own stink.
07:23But dad stood up, frowning.
07:28That smells really bad. I should check. Could be a dead mouse or something.
07:33My heart, if I still had one, leapt.
07:35Dad, please open the door. I'm right here. Just turn the handle and you'll see I'm not moving.
07:42You'll see my face is black.
07:44I waved my transparent arms frantically. Dad's hand touched the doorknob. His phone was ringing.
07:49Dad's face went pale.
07:50What? The server crashed? Okay, okay. I'm on my way.
07:54He grabbed his coat. Honey, there's an emergency at work. I'll be gone for a few days.
07:59Wait, what about Stella? He was already out the door. I froze. So close. One second away. If that
08:05call had come one second later, I would have been found. Maybe then I wouldn't have brought it alone.
08:09That afternoon, mom took Emma shopping. The house was empty except for my corpse. When they came back
08:14that night, loaded down with fancy lobster and gif, the smell had gotten worse. Mom gagged the second she walked
08:20in.
08:20Stella! Are you trying to turn this place into a dump?
08:23She didn't even open my door. Just grabbed duct tape and sealed the gap at the bottom.
08:27You want to be disgusting? Fine. Stew in it. Don't stink up my house.
08:32She patted her hands together. Satisfied. Then went to steam the lobster. I stared at that sealed door.
08:37My last shred of hope suffocated under that tape. So that's it. I'm worth less than a lobster dinner.
08:42By day three, even the duct tape couldn't contain the smell. Mom was arranging fresh flowers,
08:47trying to cover it up. But the stench of death is unmistakable. Sweet. Rotten. Oily.
08:51She cut a rose stem too hard. A thorn pierced her hand. She snapped. She grabbed a rolling pin from
08:56the kitchen. Stella! I'm done with you! You disgusting little brat! Time you learned what
09:04real pain feels like! I floated in front of her, waving my arms desperately. Don't come in mom,
09:10please! I'm decomposed! You'll be scared! Even though she never loved me, I didn't want her to
09:17see me like that. But she walked right through me, ripped the tape off, jammed the spare key
09:21in the lot. Bang! The door flew open. The smell hit her like a wall.
09:28She stumbled back, dry heaving. Stella! What are you doing? She saw me, still slumped over the desk,
09:34back turned, not moving. To her, this was the ultimate rebellion. I'm talking to you! She
09:39marched over, raised the rolling pin, but stopped. She wanted to see my face first. Wanted to see my
09:45defiant expression. She grabbed the back of my shirt. Grabbed my skin. The moment she touched me,
09:49she froze. Through the thin fabric. Her hand didn't feel warm flesh. She felt cold, hard,
09:55dead meat. But momentum carried her forward. She yanked. Crash. My body, stiff as a board,
10:00toppled backward, taking the chair with it. And there was my face. Blue-black. Eyes bulging.
10:05Features twisted in agony. On my blackened wrist, the Verity band hung lifeless. No red light. No
10:11green light. Just silence. Thud. My journal slid off the desk. Fell open at mom's feet. The last page
10:16stared up at her. Mom, my stomach really hurts. The band is broken. I'm not lying. Please don't
10:23punish me. Mom screamed. Not a human sound. A raw, guttural shriek that tore through her throat.
10:28She stumbled backward, slammed into the bookshelf. A vase shattered, but she didn't seem to feel the
10:33pain. She just stared at me, eyes wide, unblinking. No. No, no, no. This is makeup. Special effects.
10:39Stella, get up. I'm not, I'm not mad anymore. Stop scaring me. The second her skin made contact with my
10:45corpse. She recoiled like she'd been burned. That cold was too real. Mrs. Lisa from next door called
10:50911. She'd heard the screaming. When she saw what was in my room, she collapsed in the hallway.
10:55Within minutes, sirens. Police. A medical examiner. They pulled up the crime scene tape.
11:00Cameras flashed over my body. Mom sat on the couch. A female officer's hand on her shoulder.
11:05She was faking. She always lies. The band was red. Machines don't lie. I was just teaching her. I was
11:14doing it for her own good. No one responded. They all looked at her like she was a monster.
11:19The medical examiner crouched next to my body. He muttered under his breath.
11:23Severe malnutrition. Organ failure. This kid was starved for at least a month.
11:29He carefully tried to remove the Verity band. But it had. Fused. Damn it. He cursed. He had to use
11:35tools to pry it off. RIP. Even dead. My soul flinched. A cop picked up my journal. Put on gloves.
11:40Started reading. His face went from neutral to horrified. Mom's eyes locked onto that book.
11:45Suddenly she lunged for it. That's her confession. She admits she lied. Look. She wrote it herself.
11:52Back off. We'll determine what's true. That's when dad got home. He saw the black body bag being
11:57wheeled out on a stretcher. Saw the long zipper that sealed away my entire life. His legs gave out.
12:02He collapsed. Wet himself. Emma stood nearby. Sobbing in confusion. She pointed at the blood
12:07stained Verity band on the evidence table. Why is Stella's band black? Mine's still green. See?
12:14She held up her wrist. The green light blinked cheerfully. It was grotesque. The cop started
12:19questioning mom in the living room. She grabbed the Verity band off the table like it was a life raft.
12:23That band proves she was lying. Red light means lie. I never abused her. The machine told me.
12:32I was just educating her. The officer looked at her like she'd lost her mind.
12:37Ma'am calm down. The victim shows signs of extreme malnutrition.
12:41Mom was shaking now. That's discipline. That's teaching her to be honest.
12:46Then she did something insane. You don't believe me? Fine. I'll wear it. I'm not lying. Watch.
12:51It'll be green. She snatched the band. Still stained with my blood and bits of skin.
12:56And jammed it onto her own wrist. Click. Lock. The rubber pressed against her skin. Sticky. Cold.
13:01She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She needed to prove she was innocent. Needed to
13:05prove her parenting was right. She held up her wrist. Watch. I'm Rachel. I'm Stella's mother. That's a fact.
13:13Absolute truth. The red light exploded. Bright. Violent. Like a fresh wound tearing open.
13:17Mom's confident expression shattered. She slapped the band like it was a broken TV.
13:22What? No! I said the truth. I am Rachel. It's broken. The examiner broke it. Let me try again.
13:30She started talking faster. Panic rising in her voice.
13:34I never abused her. I did it for her own good. I love her.
13:40The red light flashed faster. And suddenly. She remembered. Me. 10 years old. Getting the
13:45maximum punishment. Curled on the floor. Biting my lip so I wouldn't scream. Is this what it felt
13:50like? Mom lost it completely. She started screaming at the band. Spit flying.
13:55Why is it red? I'm telling the truth. Turn green. You piece of junk. You're framing me.
14:00But the red light kept flashing. Like it was mocking her.
14:03You're a liar. You're a liar. You're a liar.
14:06Enough!
14:06A tech officer stepped forward. He'd had enough of this circus.
14:10Stop. That device isn't a lie detector.
14:12He picked up the user manual they'd found during the search. Slammed it on the coffee
14:16table. He walked toward mom. And his voice turned cold.
14:19This is a basic biometric monitor. It measures skin conductivity and heart rate.
14:24When you're nervous. Scared. In pain. Your heart rate spikes. The light turns red. That's
14:31it.
14:31Think about your daughter. Ruptured antics. Organ failure. The pain must have been unbearable.
14:37Her heart was racing. She was terrified. And what did you see? A red light. So you punished
14:43her more. Which made her more scared. Which made her heart beat faster. Which made the
14:48light redder. You turned her cries for help into a torture device. You starved your daughter
14:55to death. Boom. Mom's world collapsed. She sat there. Staring at the flashing red band
15:00on her wrist. And finally understood. For 10 years. Every red light wasn't because I was
15:05lying. It was because I was scared. Scared of her anger. Scared of being misunderstood.
15:09Scared of eating food I was allergic to. I was in pain. Pain that made my heart race and
15:14sweat pour down my face. I was desperate. Desperate for a hug. For her to hold me the way she
15:19held
15:19Emma. Every single signal from my frightened heart. She interpreted as proof of my lies.
15:23Mom suddenly screamed. She clawed at the band. Get it off. Get it off. It's red. I'm not
15:29a liar. I'm not. Stella can't take it back. I'm sorry. It's all my fault. This little bit
15:35of pain. And she was breaking. Mom. I suffered for 10 years. The cops needed evidence for
15:40charges. So they opened my journal in front of my parents. The female officer's voice was
15:45soft. But each word cut like a knife. February 14th. Sunny. Mom put celery on my plate. I'm
15:52can't eat it. Mom. I can't eat celery. Otherwise my throat will swell up. But because I was scared
15:58of making her angry. My heart raced. Red light. Mom said I was picky. Lying. Made me eat the
16:03whole plate. That night I threw up blood. My throat felt like it was on fire. Mom saw it
16:08and said I'd snuck tomato juice. That I was faking. She punished me for 10 more minutes.
16:12Mom's hand flew to her mouth. She was shaking violently. She remembered that night. She really
16:17did think it was tomato juice. She didn't even look closely. Just turned away to read
16:21Emma a bedtime story. That was blood. From a swollen, torn throat. Dad couldn't take it
16:26anymore. This man who'd been invisible for 10 years. Who always stayed out of it. He snapped.
16:31He lunged at mom and slapped her across the face. You monster. What did you do? That was
16:36your daughter. You treated her like an animal. Mom fell to the floor. Blood at the corner of
16:41her mouth. But she didn't fight back. Didn't cry. She just stared into space. Muttering.
16:46Then her eyes landed on Emma. Cowering in the corner. It's her. It's Emma. Emma's band was
16:52always green. Emma was the good one. If it wasn't for that green light making me trust her. I
16:58wouldn't have believed the red light so much. This is Emma's fault. All eyes turned to Emma. That
17:03little princess we'd all protected. The cop walked over. Gently removed the green Verity band
17:08from her wrist. Took out a screwdriver. Pried it open right there. Crack. The plastic shell split.
17:13Inside? No sensors. No chips. No heart rate monitor. Just two cheap LED lights and a watch
17:18battery. The circuit was hardwired. Power on. Green light. That's it. This is a $2 toy. The circuit
17:26is hardwired. Power on. Green light. No matter what she said, did, or lied about, it would glow
17:31green forever. Your so-called science-based parenting was a joke. A sick, biased joke.
17:37Mom stared at the broken plastic. That was her truth for 10 years. That was the evidence
17:42she used to convict me. A toy. One that put me in hell while Emma lived in heaven. So
17:46I wasn't a liar. I wasn't a bad kid. Then what was all that suffering for? I laughed.
17:51Laughed until I cried. Turns out ghosts can cry too. The officer turned to the last page
17:55of the journal. Her voice broke. Mom, if I die, will the band stop glowing red? Or if
18:01it turns green, will you hug me then? I'm not lying. My stomach hurts so much. Like knives.
18:07Next life, please don't make me wear the band. Please. I just want to be a normal kid. I want
18:14to eat your steak burgers. Mom stared at the shattered pieces of plastic on the table.
18:19That green light she trusted without question? A cheap piece of junk. Because of that toy,
18:23she spoiled Emma for 10 years. Because of that cursed red light, she tortured me for 10 years.
18:29Mom started laughing, her voice cracking with every sound.
18:32I killed my honest daughter. And I worshipped a liar.
18:38She'd lost her mind. For real this time.
18:42My death became front page news. Mrs. Lisa, the neighborhood gossip, posted everything online.
18:47Starved to death by fake science band. This is where that monster lived.
18:52The internet exploded. Monster. Murderer. She doesn't deserve to be a mother.
18:57Comments poured in like an avalanche. Someone doxxed mom. Our address got leaked. People threw
19:01red paint on our door. Wrote death in huge letters. Dad got arrested too. Neglect. Failure
19:06to protect. He wasn't there when I died, so he got off light. But his company fired him immediately
19:10to avoid the PR nightmare. Our family went bankrupt. Sold the house, the car, everything,
19:16to pay legal fees. Dad couldn't stand living with that psycho anymore. He took what little money was
19:20left and Emma, and disappeared. Emma was a bad seed, sure. But she was still his blood.
19:25Before they left, Emma tried to take her green band. Dad stomped on it.
19:30Why the hell would you want that piece of trash?
19:32Mom got out on bail. The psyche valve said she had severe PTSD and psychosis.
19:37They left her alone in that rental apartment. The one that still smelled like death. Her mental
19:41state deteriorated fast. She started talking to me like I was still there. And she refused to take
19:46off the red light band. To punish herself, she'd added a shock device to it. One that delivered
19:51a jolt the second the light flashed red. She said the small shocks were the only thing that eased her
19:55guilt. It was her self-imposed punishment. I floated around the apartment. Watching her unravel day
20:00after day, she'd cook a whole table of food. Then talked to the empty air. Stella, dinner's ready?
20:06No celery today? It's all steak burgers, your favorite. She'd pick up a piece of meat. Her hands shut.
20:12The band flashed red. She was anxious. She smiled. But her eyes were empty.
20:17Mom's heart is racing. Mom's lying. Liars don't deserve food. She put down her fork. Picked up a
20:23remote. One she'd rewired to trigger the shock on her wristband. And shocked herself. Her body
20:28convulsed. It hurts. Is this what Stella felt? I'm sorry. Mom started reenacting my diary entries.
20:37I couldn't eat celery because of my allergy. So she forced herself to eat spoiled food until she
20:42vomited blood. Then swallowed it back down. I was locked in isolation. So she locked herself in
20:47my old room. Lights off. And bowed to my photo until her forehead bled. Over and over. Blood on
20:52the floor. Late at night, she'd see the red glow of the band reflected on the wall. To her, it
20:57looked
20:57like my bloody eyes watching. She scribbled a red pen on the back of my journal. I'm sorry. I was
21:02wrong.
21:02Red light means pain. Red light means love. Please come back and say it hurts one more time. I'll
21:07save you. I promise. Too bad I'm dead. Dead people can't cry for help. Eventually, the state intervened.
21:13Mom's self-harm got so extreme, she nearly killed herself that they committed her. She ended up in
21:18a psychiatric facility. She was the strangest patient there. She'd found a red plastic ring somewhere
21:23and wore it around her neck like a collar. Her homemade band. If anyone tried to remove it,
21:28she'd bite them like a rabid dog. Don't touch my light. Stella's watching. She'll be mad if you take
21:36it. She developed a Pavlovian response. Rachel, time to eat. Mom would touch her neck, then start
21:41convulsing, screaming. Red light. Red light. Don't punish me. I'll eat. I'll eat. Even if the food was
21:49scalding hot, she'd gulp it down. Burning her esophagus. Wouldn't spit it out. She was reenacting
21:54my final moments. Living my hell on repeat. Years later, Emma grew up. Without proper guidance and
21:59with a trail of infamy behind her, she ended up at the bottom of society. When she ran out of
22:03money,
22:04she remembered, Mom's still in that facility. She showed up one day. Hey, crazy lady. Dad's dead.
22:10Give me your hidden stash. Emma stood there in heavy makeup, face full of contempt. She looked at Mom's
22:16hollow, broken form and spat on the floor. Disgusting. Just like your dead daughter. If you don't give me
22:22money, I'll pull your tubes and send you to join her. For a moment, Mom's cloudy eyes cleared. She
22:27looked at Emma and suddenly remembered. That band. That always green toy. That decade of deception.
22:32It was you. You lied. You're the fake green light. You killed Stella. Give her back. Give her back.
22:39Give her back. Die. You should have died. Not her. You. Give her back. Emma thrashed, but couldn't break
22:46free from a madwoman's grip. Borderlies rushed in. Sedated Mom. Pulled her off. Emma stumbled out of the
22:52room. Terrified. She bolted for the exit. Wham. A truck clouded into her. She smiled. Barely.
22:58Both legs shattered beyond repair. Wheelchair for life. A total wreck. Meanwhile, Mom was strapped to
23:04a bed, staring at the ceiling. Tears streaming. In her dreams, she finally saw me. I was 10 again.
23:09No band. White dress. Smiling. She reached for me, crying with joy. But her hand sparked with
23:16electricity. The second she touched me, I burst into flames. Turned to ash. She woke up screaming.
23:22Heart rate through the roof. If she'd been wearing that band, it would have been blood red. Eternal
23:26torment. I stood in the void, watching it all. Mom in the facility. Emma in a wheelchair, baking on the
23:32streets. Dad, drunk and dead in some gutter. I felt, nothing. No satisfaction. Just a flat, dead calm.
23:38Next to me was an old dog. Buddy, my childhood pet. Mom threw him out years ago. He'd been waiting
23:43for
23:43me at the boundary. Buddy nuzzled my leg. Barked twice. As if to say, let's go. Don't look back.
23:49Yeah. Time to leave. This life was too bitter. Nothing worth holding onto. I floated to Mom's
23:53hospital room one final time. She looked ancient. Hair completely white. Frail as paper. She sensed
23:59something. Her cloudy eyes focused on a point in the air, right where I stood.
24:03Stella, is that you?
24:04Her trembling hand reached into the emptiness. Mom destroyed the band. I don't believe in it
24:10anymore. Come back, please. I'll cook for you. No celery. I'll buy you new dresses. Not Emma.
24:18Only you. Tears rolled down her face. I looked at the red marks on her neck from the homemade band.
24:24I sighed. Reached out. My cold, ghostly finger touched her forehead. This was my final mercy.
24:29Sleep, Mom. In sleep there's no pain. Her eyes fluttered shut. She slumped into
24:34a deep, dreamless rest. A breeze blew through the room. The old journal on her nightstand flipped
24:39open. The last page, my dying words, stared up at the ceiling. But below it, in shaky handwriting,
24:45were new lines. Next life. Let me wear the band. Let me be the liar. Punish me however you want.
24:52Just don't leave me. I stared at those words. It's too late. Repentance means nothing to the dead.
24:57Mom, I don't hate you anymore. But I don't love you either. Let's not meet again.
25:03I turned away. Buddy wagged his tail. In the distance, a door of light appeared.
25:07The gateway to the next cycle.
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