I love Jizzie angst way too much.
Lizzie POV
I stared at the human above the water. He was sitting next to a girl, laughing. I loved this boy. He doesn't know I exist. He can never know I exist.
It hurts a lot. It was doomed from the start. He would be in so much danger if he even caught a glimpse.
I'm the royal heir. I'm way too protected, and I can't do anything. It's frustrating. It gets lonely fast. No one really cares. As long as I make a good queen, I can be sad and they won't care. I'm not being a queen. I refuse.
They can't make me if I'm dead.
I have a dagger. I want this human to find my body and know that I exist. Once I'm dead, I can be free to do anything I want. Anything to get away from this life.
I take the blade. The veins on my wrist sliced easily. My silver blood spilled out into the water. I am not a queen. I am not an heir. I will not let myself be pushed around.
Blackness edged around in my vision.
I do what I want.
Oof, that's short. Sorry, I got bored so I'm just writing a bunch of stuff.
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Many May
FanfictionMushroomFearie has made a shipping contest, and I decided to join! This is my book for it, so I hope you enjoy what I have to write! I totally do not keep calling it Mashup May and I did not put the book title as Mixed May. Dunno what your talking a...
