Night...
Best Layed in her bed, Listening to the Music Box that was made for her. She hadn't been herself since the last time she saw her friend, UD. In fact, her memories of him had turned into a murky wave of hatred, no longer smiling at the memories of him. Instead getting images, of a gun, pointed at her and her sisters, from a female.
She shut the box closed, and threw it across the room. it's beautiful tune, died to silence, as she went to sleep.
#BrokenMinded
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