Artemisia

I’m holding my pups to my chest, wrapping my arms around them in the hopes of warming them up with my own body heat as I’m sitting in a bathtub filled with ice.

Their screams rip my heart to pieces, but I can’t give up, it doesn’t matter how much I feel my strength glide from my limbs, I won’t let go of my babies.

Looking through the room made entirely out of ice and mirrors with my blurred vision, I see Matthew standing in the middle of the room, staring at me.

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