This witch had been crafted from the darkness between the stars.

Maybe I'd always been broken and dark inside. Maybe someone who've been born whole and good would have put down the ash dagger and embraced death rather than what lay before me.

Anger was better than feeling nothing; because anger and hatred were the long-lasting fuel in the endless dark of my despair. The same way that music had kept me from breaking.

Maybe I'd always been broken and dark inside.

And I didn't think even eternity would be long enough to fix me.

She should not remember what it was like to be free.