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Hugging a doll a girl sits in an attic and prays to be taken away by a man on a white horse. Wishing for a modern prince charming to save her from her dragon parents. She sits holding him. The doll she had strung together herself. She smiles and sings to the doll knowing one day what he could be. She just sits and sings her life away and smiles fixing him each time he breaks and cries over the strings as she grows and knows he will always be so cold. But she doesn't know that her strings were coming undone as well as her father keep on pulling on the lose strings and makes her come undone. She just sits as string alone and still waiting for him. To come alive and put her back together like she always did for him.

One day after running in to the woods from her father. Every twig from all the trees catching and ripping her white dress and she trips over some roots as she was running. Face down she cries tears of blood as a hand retched down for hers. She looks up to see a hooded man with stitches all across his hands. No face was seen as she grabbed his hand and let him take her away as she had wished for so many years.

He cared for her never showing his face. Sewing her back together and her eyes shut so she would never see the ugliness of the world as he had seen. To keep her innocent he covered her in a silk black cloth and said that that was the reason she couldn't see and that she was never to see his face and the ugliness all smeared across it. He said that he was impure dirt compared to her and that she would never be touched by his dirty hands again.

So she lie there still. Waiting for her to become impure so she could touch his scars and stitches. But also becoming a doll, just like the doll she wished on those days and months, even years. She lie motionless listening to her impure lover sing to her as she had to her doll. "Sleep now, Sleep here, Sleep forever more." And with that her fate was sealed. Keeping her to him and him to her. In silence and with no feeling. A still pure love and a dirty man's hands enable to be clean so he never touches her.

Once she took of the cloth and still did not see. She reached for him in the blackness she knew was now her world. She felt his arm as he slept in a chair across the room. Her hands tracing black as she felt all the stitches and scars. She kissed him gently and sat down hugging him. As she feel asleep she turned pitch black and so did her dress. Once the man woke up to see her blond hair black and her lips like onyx with her head on his chest he tore a seam out of his wrist. Blaming him self for turning her impure. He died that day with her on his chest and a large hole in his heart.