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Mom, Please Love Me Again Episode ENGSUB Family Redemption, Rebirth Drama, Emotional Journey ASM
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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
01:08sick to crash our night? Pathological. She grabbed Emma's hand and headed for the door. I wanted to
01:13scream. But part of me thought, maybe she's right. The band is red. So I must be lying. I must
01:18not
01:18actually be in pain. Sorry mom. I won't lie anymore. But the pain got worse. Way worse. The door handle
01:25turned. For 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. Mom. Please.
01:40Something's really wrong. I feel like I'm dying. She glanced at my wrist. Red light, flashing like
01:46crazy. She crouched down, grabbed my chin, forced me to look at her. Stella, how long are you going to
01:52keep this up? Can't you just be honest? Stay here and think about what you've done. Dad appeared in
01:58the doorway. Honey, should we at least leave her some food? Mom stood up, brushing off her hands like I
02:03was dirt. Food? She has a stash of snacks she bought with stolen money. She won't starve. Lock
02:09the door. When that band turns green, we'll talk. Dad hesitated. But. But what? Soft parenting is why
02:16she's like this. Look at Emma. Her band is always green. Stella's just a compulsive liar. She needs
02:22discipline. But my closet was empty. Emma stole that money. Emma ate those snacks. Emma just stood there
02:28with her glowing green band saying. Not me. And mom believed her. I didn't take it either.
02:32Red light. Three days locked up with nothing but bread and water. Mom turned to leave. Mom turned
02:37to leave. Emma peeked through the door. Made a face at me. Bye sis. We're gonna see the pretty
02:43fireworks. Her band glowed soft green. So pretty. The door locked. The house went silent. Just me alone.
02:49The pain was unbearable. But I kept thinking. Mom's right. The machine doesn't lie. The band is red.
02:55So I must be lying. I'm not. I'm not in pain. I kept repeating it like a prayer. Eventually. I
03:02almost
03:02believed it. The pain. Dulled. Or maybe I was just going numb. I crawled to my desk. I had
03:07to write. That was the rule. If the band glowed red. I had to pen a thousand word apology essay.
03:12Or mom would never let me out. I am a liar. Write it down. And maybe mom would forgive
03:17me. Maybe she'd even take me to the hospital. I opened my journal. Pages and pages of apologies
03:22I'd written over the years. Sorry I lied. I won't do it again. But this time. I wanted
03:26to write the truth. My vision blurred. I could barely see. My hand shook as I wrote. Mom.
03:31I really love you. It really hurts. Why won't you believe me? Please believe me. Just once.
03:38The moment I finished the last word. The pain vanished. Just. Gone. I felt light. Weightless.
03:44I looked down. I was floating. And there. Slumped over the desk. Was my body. Motionless. The
03:49Verity band still flashing red on a dead girl's wrist. Oh. I'm dead. But I never learned how to be
03:54honest. Sorry. Mom. I heard laughter. I heard laughter. Mom. Dad. Emma. Coming through the
03:59front door. Mom's voice was so warm. Tonight's fireworks were amazing. Especially that smiley
04:06face 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.
04:20Like wind. She shivered. Why is it so cold in here? Is the heat off?
04:24I stood there. Staring at my transparent hands. Right. Dead people can't hug the living.
04:29Dad said casually. Should we check on Stella? She hasn't eaten. Still the good cop. I looked at
04:34mom hopefully. If she finds me dead. Will she be sad? Will she regret it? Starve for all I care.
04:39This whole fake sick for attention thing is out of control. She pushed open my door. Didn't even turn
04:44on the light. In the dim glow from the hallway. She saw me slumped over my desk. I looked like
04:49a
04:49skeleton. Hadn't moved. Mom's voice dripped with sarcasm. Still putting on an act? Think I'll
04:54carry you to bed? Stella, you're ten years old, not five. Emma squeezed past her. Held up her wrist
05:00with that smug little grin. Look, my band's green. Stella's is still red. She's lying even in her
05:06dreams. Mom patted Emma's head. That's my good girl. Ignore the liar. Let her stay there. Maybe
05:13she'll learn how to be honest. Should we at least put her in bed? It's freezing. Put her in bed?
05:18The parenting expert says cold treatment is the answer. Look at that red light. She's still in
05:25full defiance mode. No reflection at all. Come on, we have to visit grandma tomorrow. The door locked
05:30again. I floated next to my corpse, staring at that single point of red light in the darkness. Mom,
05:35if you just stepped closer, if you just touched my hand, you'd know I was ice cold. But you didn't.
05:40You believed the machine, not the daughter you carried for nine months. That night, a rat crawled
05:46out of my empty closet. I used to scream whenever I saw rats. But now I just floated by the
05:50ceiling,
05:51watching it scurry across my dead body. It bit into my toe, but no blood came out at all. I
05:55didn't
05:56feel anything. Finally, no more pain. It'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,
06:07I 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
06:27bite of scrambled 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.
06:51After just one 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 just to
07:03spite me? I remembered being six. I had food poisoning. Couldn't make it to the bathroom in
07:08time. Soiled my pants. Mom didn't help me clean up. She made me stand in the yard. Pointed at me
07:13and told the neighbors. Look at this. She's such a mess. She can't even use the toilet by herself.
07:19Now 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 gift, the smell had gotten worse. Mom gagged the
08:19second she walked in.
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 sting the lobster. I stared at that sealed
08:37door. My last shred of hope suffocated under that tape. So that's it. I'm worth less than a
08:41lobster dinner. By day three, even the duct tape couldn't contain the smell. Mom was arranging fresh
08:46flowers, trying 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. I floated in front of her, waving my arms desperately. Even though she never loved me,
09:16I didn't want her to see me like that. But she walked right through me. Ripped the tape off.
09:20Jammed the spare key in the lot. Bang. The door flew open. The smell hit her like a wall.
09:28She stumbled back. Dry heaving.
09:30Stella. What are you doing?
09:32She saw me. Still slumped over the desk. Back turned. Not moving. To her. This was the ultimate
09:37rebellion. I'm talking to you. She marched over. Raised the rolling pin. But stopped. She wanted to see my
09:43face first. Wanted to see my defiant expression. She grabbed the back of my shirt. Grabbed my skin.
09:48The moment she touched me. She froze. Through the thin fabric. Her hand didn't feel warm flesh.
09:53She felt cold. Hard. Dead meat. But momentum carried her forward. She yanked. Crash. My body.
09:59Stiff as a board. Toppled backward. Taking the chair with it. And there was my face. Blue black.
10:04Eyes bulging. Features twisted in agony. On my blackened wrist. The Verity Band hung lifeless.
10:09No red light. No green light. Just silence. Thud. My journal slid off the desk. Fell open
10:15at mom's feet. The last page stared up at her. Mom. My stomach really hurts. The band
10:20is broken. I'm not lying. Please don't punish me. Mom screamed. Not a human sound. A raw,
10:26guttural shriek that tore through her throat. She stumbled backward. Slammed into the bookshelf.
10:30A vase shattered. But she didn't seem to feel the pain. She just stared at me. Eyes wide.
10:35Unblinking. No. No no no. This is makeup. Special effects. Stella get up. I'm not. I'm not mad
10:41anymore. Stop scaring me. The second her skin made contact with my corpse. She recoiled like
10:46she'd been burned. That cold was too real. Mrs. Lisa from next door called 911. She'd heard the
10:52screaming. When she saw what was in my room. She collapsed in the hallway. Within minutes. Sirens.
10:57Police. A medical examiner. They pulled up the crime scene tape. Cameras flashed over my body.
11:02Mom sat on the couch. A female officer's hand on her shoulder. She was faking. She always lies.
11:08The band was red. Machines. Don't lie. I was just teaching her. I was doing it for her own good.
11:16No one responded. They all looked at her like she was a monster. The medical examiner crouched next
11:20to my body. He muttered under his breath. Severe malnutrition. Organ failure. This kid was
11:28starved for at least a month. He carefully tried to remove the Verity band. But it had fused. Damn it.
11:33He cursed. He had to use tools to pry it off. Rip. Even dead. My soul flinched. A cop picked
11:39up my
11:39journal. Put on gloves. Started reading. His face went from neutral to horrified. Mom's eyes locked
11:44onto that book. Suddenly she lunged for it. That's her confession. She admits she lied. Look.
11:50She wrote it herself. Back off. We'll determine what's true. That's when dad got home. He saw the
11:56black body bag being wheeled out on a stretcher. Saw the long zipper that sealed away my entire life.
12:01His legs gave out. He collapsed. Wet himself. Emma stood nearby. Sobbing in confusion. She pointed at
12:07the bloodstained Verity band on the evidence table. Why is Stella's band black? Mine's still
12:13green. See? She held up her wrist. The green light blinked cheerfully. It was grotesque. The cop
12:18started questioning mom in the living room. She grabbed the Verity band off the table like it
12:23was a life raft. That band proves she was lying. Red light means lie. I never abused her. The machine
12:31told me. I was just educating her. The officer looked at her like she'd lost her mind. Ma'am,
12:37calm down. The victim shows signs of extreme malnutrition. Mom was shaking now. That's
12:42discipline. That's teaching her to be honest. Then she did something insane. You don't believe
12:48me? Fine. I'll wear it. I'm not lying. Watch. It'll be green. She snatched the band, still stained
12:54with my blood and bits of skin, and jammed it onto her own wrist. Click. Lock. The rubber pressed
12:59against her skin. Sticky. Cold. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She
13:03needed to prove she was innocent. Needed to prove her parenting was right. She held up
13:07her wrist. Watch. I'm Rachel. I'm Stella's mother. That's a fact. Absolute truth. The red
13:14light exploded. Bright. Violent. Like a fresh wound tearing open. Mom's confident expression
13:19shattered. She slapped the band like it was a broken TV. What? No! I said the truth! I am Rachel!
13:27It's broken. The examiner broke it. Let me try again. She started talking faster. Panic rising
13:33in her voice. I never abused her. I did it for her own good. I love her. The red light
13:41flashed
13:42faster. And suddenly, she remembered, me, 10 years old, getting the maximum punishment, curled on the
13:47floor, biting my lip so I wouldn't scream. Is this what it felt like? Mom lost it completely. She
13:52started screaming at the band, spit flying. Why is it red? I'm telling the truth! Turn
13:58green, you piece of junk! You're framing me! But the red light kept flashing, like it was
14:03mocking her. You're a liar. You're a liar. You're a liar. Enough! A tech officer stepped
14:08forward. He'd had enough of this circus. Stop. That device isn't a lie detector. He picked
14:12up the user manual they'd found during the search, slammed it on the coffee table. He walked
14:17toward mom, and his voice turned cold. This is a basic biometric monitor. It measures skin
14:22conductivity and heart rate. When you're nervous, scared, in pain, your heart rate spikes. The light
14:29turns red. That's it. Think about your daughter. Ruptured andix. Organ failure. The pain must have
14:36been unbearable. Her heart was racing. She was terrified. And what did you see? A red light.
14:42So you punished her more. Which made her more scared. Which made her heartbeat faster. Which
14:48made the light redder. You turned her cries for help into a torture device. You starved your
14:55daughter to death. Boom. Mom's world collapsed. She sat there, staring at the flashing red band
15:00on her wrist, and finally understood. For ten years, every red light wasn't because I was lying. It
15:05was because I was scared. Scared of her anger. Scared of being misunderstood. Scared of eating
15:10food I was allergic to. I was in pain. Pain that made my heart race and sweat pour down my
15:15face.
15:15I was desperate. Desperate for a hug. For her to hold me the way she held Emma. Every single signal
15:20from my frightened heart, she interpreted as proof of my lies. Mom suddenly screamed. She clawed at the
15:25band. This little bit of pain, and she was breaking. Mom, I suffered for ten years. The cops needed
15:40evidence for charges. So they opened my journal in front of my parents. The female officer's voice
15:45was soft, but each word cut like a knife. February 14th. Sunny. Mom put celery on my plate. I'm
15:51allergic. I said I can't eat it. Mom, I can't eat celery. Otherwise my throat will swell up. But because
15:57I was scared of making her angry, my heart raced. Red light. Mom said I was picky. Lying. Made me
16:03eat the
16:03whole plate. That night I threw up blood. My throat felt like it was on fire. Mom saw it and
16:08said I'd
16:08snuck tomato juice. That I was faking. She punished me for ten more minutes. Mom's hand flew to her
16:13mouth. She was shaking violently. She remembered that night. She really did think it was tomato
16:18juice. She didn't even look closely. Just turned away to read Emma a bedtime story. That was blood.
16:23From a swollen, torn throat. Dad couldn't take it anymore. This man who'd been invisible for ten
16:28years. Who always stayed out of it. He snapped. He lunged at mom and slapped her across the face.
16:33You monster! What did you do? That was your daughter! You treated her like an animal!
16:39Mom fell to the floor. Blood at the corner of her mouth. But she didn't fight back. Didn't cry.
16:44She just stared into space. Muttering. Then her eyes landed on Emma. Cowering in the corner.
16:49It's her. It's Emma. Emma's band was always green. Emma was the good one. If it wasn't for that green
16:56light making me trust her. I wouldn't have believed the red light so much. This is Emma's fault!
17:02All eyes turned to Emma. That little princess we'd all protected. The cop walked over. Gently
17:07removed the green Verity band from her wrist. Took out a screwdriver. Pried it open right there. Crack.
17:12The plastic shell split. Inside? No sensors. No chips. No heart rate monitor. Just two cheap
17:17LED lights and a watch battery. The circuit was hardwired. Power on. Green light. That's it.
17:22This is a two dollars toy. The circuit is hardwired. Power on. Green light. No matter
17:28what she said, did, or lied about it would glow green forever. Your so-called science-based
17:34parenting was a joke. A sick, biased joke. Mom stared at the broken plastic. That was
17:40her truth for 10 years. That was the evidence she used to convict me. A toy. One that put
17:44me in hell while Emma lived in heaven. So I wasn't a liar. I wasn't a bad kid. Then what
17:49was all that suffering for? I laughed. Laughed until I cried. Turns out ghosts can cry too.
17:54The officer turned to the last page of the journal. Her voice broke. Mom, if I die will
17:59the band stop glowing red? Or if it turns green, will you hug me then? I'm not lying. My stomach
18:05hurts so much. Like knives. Next life, please don't make me wear the band. Please. I just
18:12want to be a normal kid. I want to eat your steak burgers. Mom stared at the shattered pieces
18:17of plastic on the table. That green light she trusted without question? A cheap piece of junk.
18:22Because of that toy, she spoiled Emma for 10 years. Because of that cursed red light,
18:26she tortured me for 10 years. Mom started laughing, her voice cracking with every sound.
18:32I killed my honest daughter. And I worshipped a liar. She'd lost her mind. For real this time.
18:41My 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. The internet exploded.
18:54Monster. Murderer. She doesn't deserve to be a mother. Comments poured in like an avalanche.
18:58Someone doxxed mom. Our address got leaked. People threw red paint on our door. Wrote death in huge
19:03letters. Dad got arrested too. Neglect. Failure to protect. He wasn't there when I died,
19:08so he got off light. But his company fired him immediately to avoid the PR nightmare.
19:12Our family went bankrupt. Sold the house, the car, everything, to pay legal fees.
19:17Dad couldn't stand living with that psycho anymore. He took what little money was left and Emma,
19:21and disappeared. Emma was a bad seed, sure. But she was still his blood. Before they left,
19:26Emma tried to take her green band. Dad stomped on it. Why the hell would you want that piece of
19:32trash?
19:32Mom got out on bail. The psyche vow 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 shocked 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.
20:04Stella, dinner's ready. No celery today. It's all steak burgers. Your favorite.
20:10She'd pick up a piece of meat. Her hands shut. The band flashed red. She was anxious.
20:14She smiled. But her eyes were empty.
20:17Mom's heart is racing. Mom's lying. Liars don't deserve food.
20:22She put down her fork. Picked up a remote. One she'd rewired to trigger the shock on her wristband.
20:26And shocked herself. Her body convulsed. It hurts. Is this what Stella felt?
20:33I'm sorry. Mom started reenacting my diary entries. I couldn't eat celery because of my allergy.
20:39So she forced herself to eat spoiled food until she vomited blood. Then swallowed it back down.
20:44I was locked in isolation. So she locked herself in my old room. Lights off. And bowed to my photo
20:49until her forehead bled. Over and over. Blood on the floor. Late at night. She'd see the red glow of
20:54the band reflected on the wall. To her. It looked like my bloody eyes watching.
20:58She scribbled in red pen on the back of my journal. I'm sorry. I was wrong. Red light means pain.
21:04Red light means love. Please come back and say it hurts one more time. I'll save you. I promise.
21:09Too 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.
21:18She ended up in a psychiatric facility. She was the strangest patient there.
21:21She'd found a red plastic ring somewhere and wore it around her neck like a collar.
21:25Her homemade band. If anyone tried to remove it. She'd bite them like a rabid dog.
21:31Don't touch my light. Stella's watching. She'll be mad if you take it.
21:36She developed a Pavlovian response.
21:38Rachel time to eat.
21:40Mom would touch her neck. Then start convulsing. Screaming.
21:43Red light. Red light. Don't punish me. I'll eat. I'll eat.
21:48Even if the food was scalding hot. She'd gulp it down. Burning her esophagus. Wouldn't spit it out.
21:53She was reenacting my final moments. Living my hell on repeat.
21:56Years later. Emma grew up. Without proper guidance and with a trail of infamy behind her.
22:01She ended up at the bottom of society. When she ran out of money.
22:04She remembered. Mom's still in that facility. She showed up one day.
22:07Hey. Crazy lady. Dad's dead. Give me your hidden stash.
22:12Emma stood there in heavy makeup. Face full of contempt. She looked at mom's hollow. Broken form and spat on
22:17the floor.
22:18Disgusting. Just like your dead daughter. If you don't give me money. I'll pull your tubes and send you to
22:24join her.
22:24For a moment. Mom's cloudy eyes cleared. She looked at Emma. And suddenly remembered.
22:29That 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. Give
22:39her back.
22:39Die. You should have died. Not her. You. Give her back.
22:45Emma thrashed. But couldn't break free from a mad woman's grip.
22:48Borderlies rushed in. Sedated mom. Pulled her off.
22:51Emma stumbled out of the room. Terrified.
22:53They're all insane.
22:54She bolted for the exit. Wham. A truck clouded into her.
22:57She smiled. Barely. Both legs shattered beyond repair.
23:00Wheelchair for life. A total wreck.
23:02Meanwhile. Mom was strapped to a bed.
23:04Staring at the ceiling. Tears streaming.
23:06In her dreams. She finally saw me.
23:08I was 10 again. No band.
23:10White dress. Smiling. She reached for me.
23:12Crying with joy.
23:14Stella.
23:15But her hand sparked with electricity.
23:17The second she touched me. I burst into flames.
23:19Turned to ash.
23:21She woke up screaming. Heart rate through the roof.
23:23If she'd been wearing that band. It would have been blood red.
23:26Eternal torment.
23:27I stood in the void. Watching it all.
23:29Mom in the facility.
23:30Emma in a wheelchair. Baking on the streets.
23:32Dad. Drunk and dead in some gutter.
23:34I felt. Nothing. No satisfaction.
23:36Just a flat. Dead calm.
23:38Next to me was an old dog.
23:39Buddy. My childhood pet.
23:41Mom threw him out years ago.
23:42He'd been waiting for me at the boundary.
23:44Buddy nuzzled my leg.
23:45Barked twice.
23:46As if to say.
23:47Let's go.
23:48Don't look back.
23:49Yeah. Time to leave.
23:50This life was too bitter.
23:51Nothing worth holding on to.
23:52I floated to mom's hospital room one final time.
23:55She looked ancient.
23:56Hair completely white.
23:57Frail as paper.
23:58She sensed something.
23:59Her cloudy eyes focused on a point in the air.
24:02Right where I stood.
24:03Stella.
24:04Is that you?
24:05Her trembling hand reached into the emptiness.
24:07Mom destroyed the band.
24:09I don't believe in it anymore.
24:11Come back please.
24:13I'll cook for you.
24:14No celery.
24:15I'll buy you new dresses.
24:17Not Emma.
24:18Only you.
24:19Tears rolled down her face.
24:21I looked at the red marks on her neck from the homemade band.
24:24I sighed.
24:24Reached out.
24:25My cold, ghostly finger touched her forehead.
24:28This was my final mercy.
24:29Sleep mom.
24:30In sleep there's no pain.
24:32Her eyes fluttered shut.
24:34She slumped into a deep, dreamless rest.
24:36A breeze blew through the room.
24:37The old journal on her nightstand flipped open.
24:39The last page, my dying words, stared up at the ceiling.
24:43But below it, in shaky handwriting, were new lines.
24:46Next life.
24:47Let me wear the band.
24:48Let me be the liar.
24:50Punish me however you want.
24:52Just don't leave me.
24:53I stared at those words.
24:55It's too late.
24:56Repentance means nothing to the dead.
24:58Mom I don't hate you anymore.
24:59But I don't love you either.
25:01Let's not meet again.
25:03I turned away.
25:04Buddy wagged his tail.
25:05In the distance, a door of light appeared.
25:07The gateway to the next cycle.
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