White Queen
marry when june roses grow
Rose was the kind of pallid you’d expect of a cadaver.
Everything from her milky skin, to her silvery hair, even her startlingly transparent eyes had the same strange quality of not being quite there. She spent countless hours under the burning June sun, calling me over to compare the color of her arms to mine every five minutes or so. I told her she’d get cancer.
She told me it was worth it.
Everything from her milky skin, to her silvery hair, even her startlingly transparent eyes had the same strange quality of not being quite there. She spent countless hours under the burning June sun, calling me over to compare the color of her arms to mine every five minutes or so. I told her she’d get cancer.
She told me it was worth it.
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just a teaser! i'm excited for this. the narrator's never going to actually be named and he's kind of a dick but let's call him jack because titanic still makes me cry.