“Oh God.. Oh G-God no..”

The words barely escaped Dante’s quivering lips, tears pooled into his once soft eyes as his body trembled profusely. What had he done?

Everything happened so fast, he didn’t mean to kill her. He didn’t mean for any of this to happen, he didn’t..

“N-No.. No, come on..” He desperately shook at her body. “W-Wake up, ma, please..” He choked out, a sob escaping his lips.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to kill her, his clothes weren’t meant to be stained with her blood.

His hands trembled as more sobs continued to escape his lips. Sobbing over his mother’s lifeless body as he begged her to wake up, begging for her forgiveness.

His trembling, bloody hands reached for the phone stuffed in his pockets. He should’ve called the cops, he should’ve. But instead, he shakily dialed your number.

“{{user}}..” He sobbed, his voice almost incoherent from how bad it trembled. “I.. I f-fu—ucked up.. P-Please..”

His eyes blurred with tears as a harsh breath escaped his lips, his breathing quick and shallow. “C-Come h-home..”