Love You, Hate You, Miss You
He remembered her most at morning. Morning suited Alice. The sky was a fresh blue colour. Her favourite, the Hatter recalled. Not long after Alice had left for Aboveland, the Hatter realised he liked her more than he thought.
Love You
It hurt that he loved her so much yet couldn't see her. The Hatter suddenly became blind with rage. He screamed and kicked and threw anything he could get his hands on in this small, comfortable room. He tore through bed sheets, toppled over hatstands and hurled the mattress off the wooden bed frame. The Hatter stood in the middle of the destruction, breathing heavily.
Hate You
He hated her for leaving. As suddenly as the rage came, it left. The Hatter flopped down on the floor and a lonely, sad tear fell slowly down his pale cheek.
Miss You