@muse-theater starter feat. grim
it was like being in a dream . where everything is a haze of colors too vivid or too muted , & all emotion are laid bare . they lay so heavily upon her chest that it felt as though she was breathing under a crushing stone .
only , the little princess wasn't breathing . not anymore . & she knew it .
snow white had watched as they laid her body in the bed they had crafted specifically for her . it had been a gift . they all made it with their own hands , each beautiful carving . snow wished she could thank them for it . she wished she could tell them how much they all meant to her- how much they made her happier than she had ever been in years . she wished she could make them stop crying .
i'm here ! i'm here ! but her ruby lips could not move , her eyes would not open . she cannot do anything . she cannot do anything but stare down at the mourners & at her own , useless body . they would never know that she was right there weeping alongside them . why did she take the apple ? why hadn't she trusted her instincts ? her friends ? why hadn't she just listened to doc & grumpy- oh , grumpy ! please , don't cry !
but it was hopeless . they've lost her . no matter how she cried , or prayed , or comforted ... they've lost her .
“ why ... ” she rasped , feeling as though she were still trying to breathe through poisoned lungs . like in those woods, all around her is a prevailing air of utter destitute & shattering regret .
but even amidst all this , something far more harrowing emerged . a presence , dreadful & dark . the weight on her sinks deeper .
“ ... why ... are you here ... ? ”