She ambles down the hallway, her caramel long hair gracefully flowing with the air. Her father was announced dead a few minutes back. She grinned and paused in the middle of the numbing, cold castle with the sight of strangers in the room facing her, down the long hall. It all went slow. She stood still with bleeding heels while her cheeks grew sore from the painful grin she carried. 'Pain' was obscure in her mind.
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Shortly after, she realized they were doctors, previously dressed in white coats that have been tinted in the red blood of her father. She sat on the floor, her dress creating beautiful creases and watched her fathers glassy eyes as the doctors attempt CPR.
