Disclaimer: Not mine
"I wonder how many times each day she dies a little."
-Libba Bray
Gemma wonders why I do it. I don't mind her asking me; it's not as if she'd ever understand. None of them would. And how could I expect them to? They were all born into wealth, born into beauty. Without either of those, I've no chance in the world.
Gemma's so brave that she'd never harm herself, not if she saw another way. She always does find another way. In any situation, Gemma can survive. She'll come out victorious, or if not, at least she faced her fears. Gemma has the realms and that Gypsy boy to comfort her. She thinks no one knows about him, thinks she'll forget him, but I'm not so numb that I don't notice my best friend falling in love.
Felicity's so brash and shocking that if she were me, she'd run away somewhere fantastic, just to escape my fate. She wouldn't bother to do it gracefully, or to obey out social rules. She'd just go. Felicity's always been powerful that way. She thinks I'm an unfeeling coward. A coward I've always been, but now that I have my knitting needles, I have all the feelings that my heart can hold.
Pippa's so beautiful that she'd find her own prince and live happily ever after without even trying. She doesn't have watery eyes, or a dress that she only wishes would fit her. Pippa would happily skip off into the sunset, because things just seem to work out that way for girls like her. Pippa would never hold a needle in her hand and want to rake it across her translucent skin.
Gemma wonders why I do it, Felicity would have no patience for it if she knew, and Pippa would only worry about the scars spoiling my skin and making me even more unattractive. They don't understand, but I don't mind. Their lives will turn out all right somehow. Gemma will save the realms and learn to love her Gypsy, Felicity will go off somewhere where she won't have to be pretty, just powerful. And Pippa will marry a rich and handsome man, have many children, and go to all the balls and parties that she could possible desire.
They'll all get what they want, and how could they not? They were made for this world. I suppose happy endings weren't meant for people like me.
A/N: I'm thinking of doing this with all 4 girls. Thoughts?