Jade was in her secret lair that she hid behind the bookcase in her room, a safe and private place where she set up a small altar to her beloved Tori Vega, filling all the walls with images of her and Tori together or just the Latina, in addition of some other things like clothes, hair, papers, anything that Tori had used or had in her hands.
The crown jewel of this peculiar collection was a small doll very similar to Tori in every detail, hand-sewn by Jade.
Goth was sitting on a small sofa with little Tori in her arms, delicately stroking the hair of her stuffed animal, looking at her with a psychotic smile, turning her head slightly to the left.
"Shhh, calm down Bb, don't say that, I would never abandon you, Mami Jade will never leave your side" -Jade replied putting the doll against her chest, calming her down by humming a nursery rhyme.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?" she asked with a sad tone when she saw that the doll tilted her head down a little. holding it to his ear.
"I miss Papa Tori too, but she decided to leave us, what do you want me to do?" Jade affirmed in a sad tone, lowering her pupils to the ground, the Goth grabbed one of the doll's arms and smacked herself. "Stop whining and get Dad back, so he can come back to our family?" Jade asked, still keeping her little girl next to her ear, outlining a sadistic smile.
It had been almost half a year since Jade and Tori had broken up, but this was not one of those breakups that the two girls had almost two by three, in which they would get angry over some silly thing and within half an hour they were already in the arms of the other. another, this time none backed Tori continued her normal life, but Jade….
The goth still had that fight deep inside her and she would never forget it even if she wanted to, because that damned day she lost the one she would call the love of her life, leading her to a spiral of madness and destruction.