miorii_imu
"One day, everyone becomes the person they once hated, Marushka."
Her skin was as white as a snowflake. It was difficult to tell where her dress ended and her skin began. Her dark brown hair, tied neatly into a bun, framed a pair of jet-black doe eyes that gazed upon the world with unwavering hope. Standing barefoot upon the snow as though she could not feel the cold, Marushka was, in truth, a very ugly woman. The hope and kindness within her had grown so immense that they defied both inner beauty and human nature. This ordinary woman, trapped in a body incapable of feeling pain, was a masterpiece.
"I don't hate anyone."
"What about Alexander?"
"He's simply a thoughtful man who writes to me regularly."
"You truly don't know, do you, Marushka?"
"Know what, sir?"
Marushka looked utterly innocent. She knew nothing. Nothing about Marushka's Game, nor about Alexander's obsession with her. She was too much for this world, and even more so for humanity. No person could possibly be that hopeful, that innocent.
And yes...
I was right.
No one could.