085. She
Disclaimer: The Pretender is one of my favorite playgrounds. I'm just visiting.
Author's note: Part of my modified 100 fic challenge. The companion piece is "He."
She was a body without a soul.
It happened suddenly. One morning she woke up and she was no longer a hidden name, a mask, a façade.
She was suddenly the Ice Princess, the woman who had lost who she really was to the pretense. She was the one who stalked the corridors, blowing smoke into the faces of the annoying, the slow, the stammering.
She knew, to the day, when she lost her soul: the day he had escaped. She had left it with him, intending to pick it up one day, but just never got around to it.
