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"My, what a tragically beautiful face you have."
Everyone always said it. Everyone. Never just beautiful, always "tragically beautiful". "Tragically" for the chair, "beautiful" for the girl. Never just the girl, but always the girl in the chair. That's how everyone perceived Nessa.
Looking at her reflection, even Nessa herself used the phrase to describe herself. The full length mirror in her dorm room at Shiz emphasized the "tragedy" that was her disability. Where most people's waists would be was where her head was. It was true, however: the other part of what people said about her. She was pretty, in a sense. She looked juvenile; innocent. Big brown eyes, neat dark hair, and pale skin. Nothing special, but at least she wasn't ugly. No one to unconditionally adore, but certainly one to be pitied.
Her face: beautiful.
Her condition: tragic.
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"Alone and loveless here, with the girl in the mirror. Just her and me. The Wicked Witch of the East. We deserve each other."
It wasn't innocent, naive Nessarose Thropp in the reflection staring back at her. Nessarose Thropp did not exist, not anymore. No, the face staring back was the face of the Wicked Witch of the East: feared and hated by all...
And loved by none.
What had happened to the sweet, tragically beautiful Nessa-student at Shiz, favorite daughter, and future Governess of Munchkinland? No longer disabled, shouldn't the "tragic" have left, leaving only the beautiful? She had always assumed that was how it worked. Yet, now able to walk, she was left with just the girl in the mirror, and no one to love her. After all, the wicked die alone.
Formerly Nessa, now the Wicked Witch of the West: now, left alone and loveless. How tragic.
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