At Grims Hand

What they see?

She didn't care about the looks of pity she got, that supposed shred of "humanity" in their eyes as they tried to get as close to eye contact as they could with the thick locks of ravin hair that fell over her face, it reminded them most of the girl from the ring, which she knew by the fear they tried to hide but even though they couldn't see her eyes she could see theirs. The Windows to the soul keep no secrets they tell all who look close enough like a prize for noticing the truth. She grew up noticing, always observant, everyone look at her the same way and when she opened her mouth to speak they ran or just speed and kept walking. The only person who thought different was long gone and never to return to her, the only way to see her again was to give into eternal sleep. She yearned to see her again, hear her kind words again but was petrified, she didn't know if she wanted to leave this world yet. She was so conflicted by the empty feeling in her heart and the fear of grim taking her. She only understood one thing "she" would never forgive her if gave away the life she was born to live, no matter how much pain she's in.