If blood be cold, the ice flows through her veins.
If eyes can kill, she killed me many times.
That's what I thought of her before.
The evil witch, who stole my father's heart. The dark creature, looking just for richness. Is there no point for me to stay apart? Or father's life is really not my business?
Such thoughts were running through my head, while bride was rising to the altar. I wasn't sure she was that bad, but I've had feeling she's just gonna palter.
If smile be bird, she send me little raven with little scroll in big black solid beak. It said: "There is no more for you here any haven, there is no time for you to stay that weak".
And all in little girl's soul shuddered, when golden rings were filled with two aged fingers. The mother's portrait now was tears-salt-covered, while there were laughing two those paint-cruel-bringers.
If eyes can kill, she scratched my puffiest cheeks and beckoned me, while father walked away. I knew my face was really tired and sick, but not enough for me to not obey.
I brought my silence, getting next to bride and felt goosebumps arising on my skin. If blood be cold, there was a bloody fight of blood, and warmth had not a chance to win.
"You're sixteen, right?" she said, while vague glancing. "But why are you so broken in your eyes?"
"Oh, let me guess - I must be happily dancing?" I answered, showing her my strongest guise.
"...I didn't mean you must... I wish you did," she said with an impenetrable face.
"I wish my father didn't need to breed..."
I've got the strongest slap in lately days.
"Don't stare at me this way, my fearless princess. Your tears mean nothing in this painful world. If you don't want the mom, who calls you "dearest", I'll be the one, who'll fight you with a sword."
...I've got a sympathetic glance from witch.
"...in case you need it, sleeping Beauty. I'll be the monster, witch or bitch to wake you up from daughter-duty."
My emptiness was filled with madness. How did she dare to say such thing?! But for some reason I've stayed wordless - the dam of tears just cracked with "twink".
If eyes can kill, she never glances at me.
If blood be cold, her heart just makes it warmer.
If hairs be wires, black wires seem soft to me.
That's what I think about my dearest person now.
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