White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
The cold cut through her clothes like they weren't there and chilled her to the core. The cold, dead, core. The rotting core being overtaken by insanity. The cold came from the outside, yes, but she felt cold inside, too. It was cold inside so deep that nobody would ever be able to heat the frozen soul that had long-since gone numb.
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
Regina stood just outside the stables and watched as snowflakes fell down lazily from the heavens. The fields were covered in a sugary white snow. White snow? No, Snow White.
Her chocolate brown eyes swept over the icy scene and stopped on a lone tree sitting proudly atop a hill. The dead heart in her chest ached. It had been years but she still felt the loss as though it were new.
The simple gold ring on her left ring finger felt unbearably cold.
Regina had to force her breathing to come regularly as she noticed that steam was billowing from her mouth much faster than usual as she gasped for air. It wouldn't do to have an emotional breakdown, not when she still had to avenge Daniel.
Happy endings. They had seemed so real when she was younger. Almost like the scary things she had imagined in the closet or under her bed as a child. So real. She had been 18, and still a child, when she learned that happy endings only existed in stories. Only a few yards from where she was standing had her mother reached into Daniel's chest and pulled out his heart and crumbled it to dust.
Been this way since 18
A small sob made its way out from between Regina's lips, tears forming in her eyes. She moved slowly to kneel in the very spot she had been when Daniel had collapsed and she had grabbed him. Cradled his head in her lap and cried. There was nothing she could do. He was taken from her in only a matter of seconds. And as his last breath had come out from between his parted lips she was holding him.
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Regina wrapped her arms around herself and let herself cry. She let the tears flow down her face. There was nobody to see. Nobody to spot the weakness. The cold wind blew and came through the open stable door, chilling her face where it was wet. Rocking and sobbing she didn't bother to escape the cold. Was Daniel this cold, too, wherever he was? Was he an angel now? He was when he was alive, anyway. If angels were real, she told herself, it would be much too cold for them to fly.
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly.
An angel will die
Covered in white.
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life.
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line.
If only she had gotten to him sooner. Gotten to him and told him that they needed to leave. Her angel would never have died. The sobs shook her whole body now. She had dressed him in his best white clothes, her favorite color for him to wear, before she lay him to rest in the ground. Then, the first snow of the season had fallen.
Regina had been foolish to think that they would actually make it. She should have simply left him. He would be alive now, wouldn't he? "My fault." She whispered as she held her head between her pale hands. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she screamed in pain. Instead of the dull ache that never left it was a large, open wound. It was killing her. Killing her the way her foolish dreams had killed Daniel.
Even angels could die.
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly.
To fly, to fly.
Or angels to die.