She twirled; her dress sparkled as it swirled around her ankles. She stared in the mirror, a vision in silver and white from head to toe, the pale pink of her lips the only color in the palette. She stared in the mirror, the icy blue of her eyes betraying her as a single tear trailed down her cheek.
“It is time”, her father says, “Time to go down and end this”.
“Must I?” She asked quietly.
“It is too late for regrets now, dammit. I told you to keep that aspirin between your knees!”
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