Never Let Bad Grammar Stop You From Being A Hater.

Never let bad grammar stop you from being a hater.

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Trigger Warning: Death

"I promise."

The words rang out for the millionth time that day.

When my little Star struggled to keep her beautiful Hazel eyes open, with the anesthesia setting in, those had been my last words to her.

When she'd wanted to know if we were going to be okay again, I had responded with a soft kiss to her forehead, and a promise I could never fulfill.

When she'd wanted nothing but the truth, I had given her hope, that this nightmare would end in three hours, that we'd be able to go living our dream lives again.

Three hours passed by. Another three followed. And then, a whole day.

The misery seemed never to end.

I barely registered the words of the people that seemingly cared for my Stella. My little star had been suffering for months, when all these people, selfish and shallow, offered only their condolences.

Halfway through the funeral, when my mother was offering her own perspective of my daughter's life, of her strength, I let my feet carry me away from the madhouse, and into the green woods, in search of a little peace. Away from the judgemental stares, away from the people who claimed to care.

She had no one in her hour of need. No one but me. And I failed her.

I am— I was her mother, her guardian, her role-model, her best friend, and I... of all the people in the world had failed her.

I wished hell to damn me for it.

Night had fallen when I discovered myself to be sitting on the rock she used to be found sitting on every time she sneaked out. The moon glinted off the dark water at my feet, more menacing for some reason than comforting.

I stared back at the woman looking at me from the water. Her eyes were hollow, lifeless.

Pain clenched its cold, stone hand around my heart as I remembered the last time I saw her. I saw my angel, lying on the white sheets of her bed, surrounded by bouquets of flowers that were incomparable to her beauty. My Stella looked so beautiful, just like she always had been, with her lively spirit and fiery quips. Yet, she had never been that quiet before.

I opened my eyes. My heart jumped to my throat. She was there. Wearing a white veil that concealed her face, she stared at me, her beautiful eyes screaming in agony.

"You had promised."

A promise that I couldn't keep.

When my little star gestured for me to follow her, with the promise of another chance, I didn't hesitate.

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A list of moral questions to developing a villainous character

Is mercy a sign of weakness in your eyes?

What is your primary motivation or value that drives your actions?

Are there any principles you refuse to compromise on, even in your pursuit of power?

Do you believe lying is justified if it serves your goals?

How do you manipulate others to achieve your ends?

Would you betray an ally to further your plans?

Do you believe in justice, or do you see it as a tool to manipulate others?

Would you sacrifice yourself for a cause or ambition?

Would you destroy something beautiful or innocent to achieve your goals?

If you had to choose between your ambition and the life of someone you care about, what would you do?

Do you feel any responsibility towards society, or do you act solely for your gain?

How do you justify your actions to yourself and others?

Can you forgive someone who has wronged you, or do you seek revenge?

How long do you hold grudges, and what actions might provoke them?

Do you respect any form of authority, or do you see yourself as the ultimate power?

These questions can help you delve into the psyche of your villain.

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