Lost
Three years had passed, since the boy and the troll joined them.
Three month had passed, since Gretel had changed.
Three weeks had afterwards passed, in which they continued hunting witches anyway.
Three days had now passed, since Ben and Edward had last seen her.
Gretel had grown cold since Hansel died.
All that her friends could do, was endure her insults and harsh words, and keep missing the Beauty's smile in her eyes when she talked to them.
One would assume that the death of her dear brother would have made the brunette break down into a crying mess without ever getting back up, and turn into a demsel in distress.
But instead it had numbed her.
She insulted whoever appeared stupid or weak to her. Which seemed to be the case with everyone they met. The men were stupid. The women were weak. And of course Ben was both. Edward on the other hand, was strong, and quite and didn't piss er off.
But not even he got to be close when Gretel finally let her cold stone wall slip away.
Only when she was alone, she would break down and bust into tears, whispering cherishing words to her lost brother dear.
Wishing that everything was just another nightmare and she'd wake up, he would be there again.
And he would slip into her bed to give her comfort, making the world a brighter place.
But it wasn't just another bad dream.
Hansel lost his life while fighting a witch.
Hansel would never return.
And neither would Gretel.