Curse.
She sat at the window, nose pressed against the glass until it was numb with cold. She imagined her breath brought frost and her blinks brought rain. From inside her tiny room, she controlled every element of the world outside.
The rain slapped harder against the wet asphalt with each teardrop that fell, sliding down her pale cheek.
Frosty green eyes stared longingly out the glass panels, as the girl moved forward to place her hand on the cool window. Skeletal fingers traced strange spirals and abstract shapes on the dew already beginning to form on the glass.
A lone red hair, straying out of her braid, drifted down, right in front of the girl's eyes. Gingerly, she scraped the hair back behind her ear, not noticing as it fell to the wooden floor. The hair floated lightly on air for a second, before gently hitting the ground.
It was instantaneous. Fluffy white flakes headed for the ground in a downward spiral, coating everything in sight. In minutes, everything was gone. All that remained was white. The townspeople locked themselves indoors, cold, and mourning for those who had been unlucky enough to get trapped in the freezing snow.
The girl's tears still fell steadily, and as it rained and snowed and stormed outside of her tiny prison, the girl closed her eyelids and let a fat teardrop slip out of the corner of her eye. The glistening teardrop was the biggest one yet, as it hit the floorboards.
Outside, lightning flashed, illuminating the night as she bent over and wept.
It wasn't supposed to be this way. Birthrights were supposed to be gifts, and they were; all except for hers. Her birthright wasn't a gift, but a curse. Her birth was a curse.
She was a curse.
YAY :D
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