White Elephants

Korshunova- the femme fatale of the modern Casanova- died when she realized that her hair could not sustain the weight of her beloved prince. The first time I saw her majestically carved face was in a magazine, the same one that outlined her exquisite figure as though carving a goddess out of glass, a mystique out of ice, a princess out of snow. I slowly fell in love with her confident looks, though nothing out of lust or the like. A simple dedication. An effortless beauty. Now as I tread the road of her premature departure, that glory was unasked for. She wanted the same things that we did: love. Intimacy. Desire. The sixth year after she leapt from a high-rise window, I remember her last minutes before she plummeted to her death. Here is the fictional story of a very real girl, dedicated to that very girl who died because she hated her hair. Remember Ruslana Korshunova.