I Should Be Spiteful
Sunday, October 6, 2013
By Ella Anders
Summary: Icy paused for a minute, then why am I upset and spiteful?
Disclaimer: Winx Club is owned by Rainbow and Viacom. I, the authoress, do not own and or profit from anything. Please note none of my personal views and or opinions are reflected in this work of fan fiction.
Authoress' Notes: I have to admit, this is my shortest work to-date. Originally my intention was to write something I had yet to do a drabble. But I went a little over my word restriction of one-hundred word count. But the idea of spiteful came from Underground Fanfictioners' word of the week.
Gently Icy rocked her body back and forth, her head propped up onto the top of her knees. It was all Icy could do not to cry.
After all witches never cried, only fairies did such. Tears where a sign of weakness.
And Icy wasn't weak…or was she. She felt as if she had lost her identity, who she was these days.
It had been weeks since the fall of Tritannus, and the day her heart had been broken. Weeks since she had last felt whole.
Her chest tightened slightly as she re-called her fondest memories of Tritannus. Moments later Icy felt something cold and wet run down her right cheek- tears. Sadness overcame her as her heart ached for Tritannus, and her head spun.
He broke up with me, no one ever breaks up with me! Her anger ranged, eyes widened and narrowed to stills. I'm Icy, witch of ice and leader of the Trix. One of the most feared villains in the entire Magical Dimension; strong, independent and determined. Not some fairy who cries over some boy like a school-girl.
Icy paused for a minute, then why am I upset and not spiteful?
