The hatter's secret.
It was a normal wonderland day. For the partiers of the wonderland valley it was still 6:00. March Hare was sipping his tea. He was staring across the table, weary. He hadn't sleep in many days. Unlike the Hare, Dormouse was fast asleep. He mumbled in his sleep.
"I remember the faithful day,
I remember the foul play.
I remember the shame.
Life is no game." He mumbled. The Hatter sat on the other side of the dormouse. He gave a glare with his dreamless blue eyes. There was no more joy to the tea parties. It was only when he was completely drunk off tea that he tickles of joy. March Hare stared at his tea cup.
"964th cup." He said disgusted. "And for you Hatter?"
The hatter stopped his glare and focused on March Hare. He stared at his brown, curly hair that wrapped around his drooping rabbit ears. Hatter stared past Hare's pale face and into his orange and golden eyes. There was intoxicating poison giving them a mellow look.
"1032 cups of tea." Hatter replied in a monotone.
Hare studied his friend's lifeless face. In Hatter's youth he was pink and plump, full of life. Now he was pale and skinny, a walking zombie. Tears formed in March Hare's eyes. One escaped his eye. Hatter watched it fall. It ran down March Hare's cheek and to the bottom of his chin. It lingered there for a moment and then dropped down into his tea cup. Hatter looked back into Hare's eyes. Tears formed into his. Before they escape to his cheek, Hare wiped it away. Hare was always there, never gone, so why did Hatter put him through this.
"Why do you stay?" Hatter asked still gazing into Hare's eyes.
"Because I cannot leave." He replied softly. "Where would I go? The queen would find me, then you. You would be a dead man before I could finish a cup of tea."
Dormouse grunted and proceeded to mumble in his sleep. "A love that's lost is like a dog, it will always find its way back on its own. A love that has died will never rise again but will always have a new rose."
This of course did not break the sorrowful stared of the two. Time paused for a moment; this pause was the curse that was planted on Hatter.
The Dormouse continued. "Mad as a Hatter, for he is the one that killed his brother Time."