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I don't remember her kiss, or the sparkle in her eyes as she looked at me before. It's all in fog.
Now, the only clear memory I have of her is the look in her eye as she cradled her dying brother, his blood staining her snow white wedding gown. Her screams, pleading at some god she never believed in to save him, and damn me.
Bloody memories flash before my eyes before I can even think to stop them, the theatre, the morlocks, a girl with snowy white bangs covered in blo–
I wrench my eyes open.
Never again.
Not her.
Second part in my drabbles trilogy.