Day after day, she watches him. Her heart beats, skips, flips and jumps at the mere sight of him. Her lips betray her joy and even anger melts away. How she wanted to hold that rage. How she tried to bury the fragments of spite inside her heart, hoping the seeds would grow and spread just for her to dig them up and throw them away. He was laughing again. Was it a friend? Someone more? She paced around inside her head, listening, anxiety growing. Who did he talk to? What was he doing? Why was he so far away when the distance was only steps? She could get even closer. Be right in his arms, but feel so far apart. Her paranoia ate away the sanity. Did she even want to be sane anymore? This world didn't allow her to murder him. Jail wasn't her thing and he'd still be away. Nothing solved. . but at least he wouldn't be away with someone else. His attention wouldn't belong to someone else. It was supposed to be hers, so why was she alone? Why did he reach out to others instead? Where was the love she was told was hers? She hated them. She hated them so much. It burned every cell inside her. Why did they get everything that was supposed to be hers? Why was she fighting, begging and clawing for every piece of affection she could get from him? Terrible. The Little Queen dropped onto her stool and set her chin in her hand. Despicable. Her resentment was for herself. She had never needed anyone, so why should she need him? Why did she insist on chasing someone who wanted to be somewhere else? They were closer than they'd ever been and yet to him, she was nothing more than a ghost.
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