You are beautiful. You are poised and graceful, a porcelain Victorian doll, complete with alabaster skin and flowing blond hair. You are a diamond, rare and hard and convinced of your own value.
You are Shizuka Hiou and your life is perfect.
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You are in love. Your breath catches in your throat every time you see him. He is below your station but it does not matter because you are a pureblood and there is no one who would dare stand in your way. You know nothing will ever be better then this.
You are Shizuka Hiou and you are happy.
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You are broken. He is dead and has taken part of you with him. In your heart there is a jagged hole and it is all you can do to keep standing, keep breathing, keep being. You are a mannequin in a high class store, silent and beautiful and hollow.
You are Shizuka Hiou and you are shattered.
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You are powerful. Corpses litter the ground around your feet and for the first time in years you feel perhaps there is something living inside you again. You have not regained what you lost but the cold fire that fills your chest serves as an adequate replacement. You beckon to the lost child staring at you in awe.
You are Shizuka Hiou and you are vengeance.
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You stand in a room with your heart in another's hands. It should not make a difference because you are sure it died long ago, shattered into pieces and ground to dust. Yet it does and this pitiful child tells you he will take your life and there is nothing you can do to prevent it. You grant him a gift and a curse and wait for your lost child to come to you again.
You are Shizuka Hiou and you are dead.