i have hurt her.
the pale scratches on her arms.
the fear glistening in her eyes.
the way she didn't look back just confirms it.
she is afraid.
i broke her trust.
i can't do anything about it.
she is going to tell the king that prince glass is alive.
but he is not.
the king will throw her back outside.
her own brother.
the king.
she will return.
but now, without love for me.
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Prince of Wolves
Kısa Hikayei hear them howl, for them. for me. for flesh. for blood. and i wonder, i wonder if i'm supposed to feel so empty, so cold. ❄️ #674 in short story - july/august 2017 #216 in my youth - august 2018 -completed
