D. Candy
D. is 26 years old.
D. is located in London at Hampstead Heath.
D. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to pick flowers in order to get ahead professionally.
We are having another boy Odd…
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Dulce never believed in magic but she believed in her mother. Even dead, Madison had always felt present: in the way sunlight hit the mirrors, in the scent of her old perfume that no one else wore.
Still, seeing her again was something else entirely.
She had gone to check on Sylvia, half-expecting some family melodrama. Instead, when she stepped into the hallway, she stopped cold.
There she was.
Her mother. Alive.
Luminous again. Her eyes the same impossible blue, her skin almost glowing.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Dulce just looked at her, steady but tearful.
“Mom,” she said quietly.
Madison smiled, that familiar half-smile that carried a hundred histories. “You always say it like you never stopped waiting.”
“Maybe I didn’t,” Dulce admitted.
She moved closer, slowly, afraid that if she blinked, her mother might dissolve back into memory. When she finally reached her, she touched her face, warm, impossibly real.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Dulce whispered. “But I’m glad you are.”
Madison’s eyes softened. “Still the one who forgives me first.”
“Someone has to,” Dulce said with a small smile. “Sophie will demand proof, Michelle will write a song about it. I’ll just… make you tea.”
Madison laughed, quietly, a sound Dulce hadn’t heard in years.
And for a moment, it wasn’t about rituals or sins or magic.
It was just mother and daughter, standing in the soft light, pretending the world had always been kind.
When Odd’s voice called her name from the other room, Dulce turned briefly, then looked back. “He’ll never believe this,” she said gently.
Madison smiled. “Then maybe you shouldn’t tell him yet.”
Dulce exhaled, half-laugh, half-sob. “You haven’t changed.”
“And you have,” Madison said, her voice warm, proud. “You became the peace I never could.”
Posted 11/1/2025, 2:00 PM
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