[Oh god why did she say anything? Her and her big mouth.
Rosamund tugs at the briars wrapped around her middle, much thicker than the ones that run over the crown of her head, her neck, her upper arms. Plants that nick and cut and grow from her own body. A body riddled with scars, shallow but numerous, scattered all over.]
We were cursed. And on my eighteenth birthday I fell into an enchanted sleep, and we were supposed to wait for a prince to fight through all the thorns, and wake me with True Love's First Kiss.
[She pauses. Then pinches at her brow, sighing loudly.]
I know it sounds stupid but I promise it's not a lie.
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[Oh god why did she say anything? Her and her big mouth.
Rosamund tugs at the briars wrapped around her middle, much thicker than the ones that run over the crown of her head, her neck, her upper arms. Plants that nick and cut and grow from her own body. A body riddled with scars, shallow but numerous, scattered all over.]
We were cursed. And on my eighteenth birthday I fell into an enchanted sleep, and we were supposed to wait for a prince to fight through all the thorns, and wake me with True Love's First Kiss.
[She pauses. Then pinches at her brow, sighing loudly.]
I know it sounds stupid but I promise it's not a lie.