of closing walls and ticking clocks
by NiNA_eN
one.
first time beauty
Miranda has never been a very pretty creature. Youth saw her with dark outlines around her doll-like eyes, visually distorting them to the point of eeriness – and her all-black wardrobe didn't help either.
The onset of adulthood still saw her with kohl-rimmed eyes – darker than ever, from insomnia, her inability to sleep, tortured by her own uselessness – and her black hair pulled so tight into a little knot, her forehead seemed quite stretched. Her signature dress enhanced the gothic-ness, placing emphasis on her stick-like limbs, scrawny neck and pointed nose.
No, Miranda didn't think she was pretty either.
"Miranda, Miranda, useless and ugly,
Looking for a job?
Nobody wants you anyway!"
As much as she despised the song, haunting her well into sleepless nights and unrelaxed baths, she thought it rung so true, so well-fitting.
She was ugly, useless and nobody wanted her.
Yet now…as she hovered above the battleground, she saw something.
She heard the muted screams, felt the unshed tears, saw mouths distorted by pain and regret.
Most of all, she saw love, real love.
As she looked on, she saw herself lying on the ground. Luxurious black waves curled around her pale heart-shaped face, skin as pale as lilies, lips curved like rose petals, her eyes finally free of the imprisoning black.
As she watched, as she saw herself breathe her last breath, breathe out his name, loving and being loved…
For the first time…
She saw herself as beautiful.
YAY! I finally posted this – sooooo proud of this little lazyass, heh heh. Miranda is just way too underappreciated; it makes me so sad...
Still got three chapters to go, if anyone's interested!
Hope you enjoyed and please review! Hyuuuuuuuu!