She stood at the window, thoughts of the past creeping back to her.
She remembered the days when children would run laughing through the halls.
When she would take walks through the palace's beautiful gardens.
When she would dance in the lively ballroom, smiles on everybody's faces.
When she would curl up in a window and read, just listening to the rain.
When she would walk through the village, and buy lovely flowers.
But that was gone now.
Everyone was now long dead.
Blessed souls.
She envied them.
She begged Death to take her, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.
She was cursed. Cursed to stay forevermore, watching her palace fall into ruins.
It had been centuries. Yet she remained.
Trapped.
Forever.
She still walked through the empty corridors sometimes.
Tears streaming down her cheeks.
She desired Death. But Death would not come.
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Collection Of Dark POVs. Vol. 1
Short Story''Darling, if your looks could kill, this ballroom would suffer a massacre,'' he mutters, the corners of his lips lifting. You smirk. ''Ah, but where's the fun in doing it that way.''
