Stupid Gardener.
Stupid egocentric, overly self assured, silver haired jerk.
Looking in the mirror, she couldn't help the sigh that slipped remorsefully out of unhappy lips. Her jeans and worn in t-shirt may not have been standard princess material, but they reminded her of home. It was the last shred of her world that she could really hold onto. But maybe that was it. Maybe, she had to let go of the past, and work with the present.
Reluctant fingers played against the frayed edges of her favorite shirt. It would have to go... but not yet.
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