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Regret

  Once, she was the Daughter of Evil. A tyrant of age fourteen. A young girl who had no clue. A girl of Pride and Vanity.

  She had by her side her dearest friends. A clumsy girl, a girl who couldn't keep her mouth shut, and a boy who resembled her.

  Of course, she had enemies. Or rather, those who she didn't like. A swordswoman's father, a man who lost a loved one, and the swordswoman.

  She had everything she could have wanted, except the people's loyalty and her fiancé's love.

  When that man chose another, she was beyond furious. Many died over her envy.

  The people cried for her death. The wanted to see her brought down.

  She died that day, only a day before her birthday. And yet, she didn't. The girl lived, though her soul broke in two.

  She repented her crimes. She regretted her sins.

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He was her friend and servant. He helped her when no one else could. He was there for her.

Yet, he was always too late to take action, unable to help those suffering.

He stopped those who attempted to kill her.

The boy would never regret his choices.

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  Once, she was a village girl, her heart filled with love for her family.

  She trusted easily. Almost too easily.

  When she lost those she cared about, it took its toll on her.

  The woman came to her one night, not looking for peace. The girl, despite being friendly, thought she could fight. She called up the demon, but it didn't want to help.

  Pride, or Vanity to some, is a demon that stays in the shadows, wanting others to do its work for it.

  Envy has the power to take action for itself.

  The woman won the battle, but it was a one-sided attempt.

  The girl was left bleeding at the shore, her hairpin taken as a sinister prize. She regretted her actions.

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He was the kind of boy who helped others. Because of that, he was too late to help her.

She died before he found her. She died waiting for him to come back.

He mourned her, though he didn't know why. He believed her killer was his mother, so his loyalties remained to her.

He executed the traitor, and regretted his mistakes.

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  Once, she was a doll-girl. She wasn't always this way. She had once been normal. But a woman made her that way.

  She delivered packages to those who ordered them. She took people to the places they needed to go. She stayed in the shadows as people died.

  The guns are what she remembered the most. The order was what she hated the most. It was for the same person, but she couldn't stop it.

  She was there, watching the girl in her jail cell. Watching as she thought about her actions.

  She was there when the man was torn about. Well, she had left nearly in time.

  When the girl helped her, she was happy.

  She regretted her decisions.

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  Once, there was a girl who was a waiter. She worked for a theatre, yet she didn't do much.

  Despite her selfishness, she helped a man. She saved him from a terrible fate. It didn't bother her all that much. It was the least she could do.

  She waited, as befitting her name. She waited for him to come to her. The boy of bottles and wishes, of blood and death, of being reborn and hope. He was the one she cared about.

  He never came. She knew that, and it saddened her.

  She regretted her life altogether. If only....she could redo it.....