Forsythia Brown looked at Gem Atkinson, her lips trembling and eyes twitching. She loosened her grip, and the incense fell to the ground once again.
"Forsythia!"
The man's voice burst out like lava, waking Forsythia up. No, she didn't want to offer incense for Audrey, light the eternal lamp - she must be insane to even consider it. "Let go of me, no, I won't do it."
"Forsythia, just one stick, just one stick. As long as you light it, I'll forgive you."
"Ahhh, I'd rather have you hate me than offer incense for that... thing." She almost blurted out 'Audrey'.
"Forsythia, are you really that heartless and ruthless? She's also your child."
"No, it's not my child."
"Forsythia."
"Let go of me." Forsythia skillfully twisted away, finally breaking free from Gem Atkinson's grasp and sprinting out of the temple. If she didn't flee now, she'd genuinely go insane; every time she looked at that urn, she saw the girl's face.
She really wouldn't atone, huh?
Too cruel, just too cruel.
