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Själ Nobody deserves to be alone. No, they don't, she wanted to say, but the words stuck in her throat. What other explanation was there for the fact that she had lost her family, that she continuously lost her friends (if she had ever had them in the first place)? What other reason would there be for her standing with a stranger, spilling her most bitter thoughts on a dreary Frostfall day? It wasn't as though she had anything better to do, anyone better to see - and so the mare began to harden, her soul twisting angrily against the pain assaulting it and retreating further from the surface. Was this how monsters were made? Were they hurt over and over, driving their joy and their trust and their hope further and further into the depths until one day, they could no longer feel anything except anger? That was all she was becoming now, a ball of fury and pain and darkness, her faith in a better world, her hope in a better self, all dissolving under the weight of the world. "No," she replied bitterly. "No one deserves it, and yet it happens. All. The. time. We are born, we are left alone, and then we die, right?" By the end of it, she was nearly shouting; the princess had not intended to respond so angrily, for it was not the stranger's fault that she had been abandoned time and again; and yet the words cascaded out, assaulted the very air that the girl breathed, sorrow and pain mingling into a hard fist of despair. "No one fucking cares, do they?" And then, softer, defeated: "Why would you care? You don't even know me." "Talk." --Ansgar.--  |
@Nymeria - oh, hush, it was lovely <3
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