Winter Princess

“I love you so much.”
I remember that day..When I told Damien I loved him.
I did- love him, I mean. I suppose that’s why this all started in the first place. Because I loved him. Because I loved.
He’s dead and gone…with the wind. Like the rosepetals in the garden. Sometimes I wonder if it would be different, had he been here. To hold me. Comfort me. Protect me with those strong arms that I loved so much. He was warmth to me. And then he was gone. Snuffed out like a candle in the blowing wind. My cold was too much for his warmth, probably. He was but one tiny flame…what chance did he have to not be extinguished by my icy touch. My chilly wind. Cold eyes.
After all, I am the winter princess……

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