22 June 2012
Diane.. she pursed her lips seeing the movie poster, she told herself she should put this gagging reflex under control, she wouldn't care the mess, the disgusted looks, but she was done with her teeth falling off. The whereof poster was 'Snow White and The Huntsman'. The idea of a woman desiring to be hunted, that was way too sickening. Her thin bows of brows knitted, right one higher than the other, her underestimating frown had given her mismatched lines on her forehead over the time.
She thought about the year before, she thought about #o9 whose ashes she mourned over every night. Thought of the innocent diaries, her beloved dollhouse she burned. Remembered the times she 'used to love herself; used to love one another'. She couldn't take what people thought of her and her pretty little leprechaun; she knew they took her as a regular wifey, someone to be bound. She loved him, she loved him; she loved herself more..
Diane(..continued from before) • Opuss № I