They said if you saw her she would be beautiful. She was. As the bright, merciless sun.
She asked me questions, as they said she would
I couldn't think with my head buzzing. I could not lie.
She did not like my answer
I shift beneath her foot as she leaves, but I can not move. I sway with the others, silent but for the wind. I should have listened to the stories. I should have listened. I can hear my father coming with his blade.