If I was shown mercy I would be weak. But somehow in my mind I can help but yearn for the possibility that one time. But one time my Aunt would look upon me and think I wasn't anything but my fathers daughter. Amélie was here name. She lived up to it. Hard working sure. I shouldn't spite my family but I do. No matter how hard I tried I wasn't ever good enough. Too much like my Father or not enough. Alas my time has come to join her. Among the stars, as I take my last breaths I can only think of Kezia. She was an innocent soul. How could I wrong her like I had. Maybe...among the stars she has a place. But if I knew any better I know that I don't deserve to be up in the stars. Blood covering my shaking pale hand. I can still see how pretty I am. The red compliments my pale skin. If only this world had shown me a little more mercy maybe I wouldn't have done so bad. I could be the princess I was pretending to be. Maybe Kezia and Aloïs would forgive me. Or maybe it's better this way. It's getting cold. I want Sylvie... I can feel her fur still wet and cold..