What is pain, I thought it was pain I felt when I was used in an experiment, maybe it was, but nothing compares to a broken heart.
The heart is sensitive, and two boys wanted to get into it, one was breaking it with knives mercilessly until he got there, the other was tender.
One was the father of my child.
The other was an ordinary boy.
I am Hestia, the queen of ice, the queen of the ice that melted.