singing beautiful, mournful songs, and her floating body slowly dragged her down, down.... it was not her soaked garments, but her heavy petrified heart puling her to the river's depths. her delicate face felt the cold wetness, water seep through her numb limbs as she watched the sky. the clouds were a shocking blue, as blue as the water she slipped under. one last breath and she was beneath the glass ripples.
falling free, Ophelia sank into the river's deep murky depths. she slipped through the water with such perfect grace that, were she not drowning, it would have seemed she was dancing, her hair rolling in a golden sun-lit halo above her head. she did not bother opening her eyes to notice she fell deeper and deeper, till all that was left of the sunlight was a tiny shimmer. unknowing, the river had pulled Ophelia into a hole on it's own accord. the current danced around her fragile body, till it abruptly dropped in such a shocking speed, that Ophelia's suddenly waking eyes gazed wide open into to the surreal reality of the moment. Black was rolling past her eyes, only black. around this veil of suffocation velvet there was no bright light above. pulling her self close, she fell like a silver ghost, hair waving like the wind. there was no escape, and her mind had become strangely brighter than before. yet her heart still weighed like a stone, and she never really noticed it as the cause of her fall, as she didn't realize she breathed no more. It was endless. Too soon she learned to ignore the rush and fall into apathy once more. her life did not flash before her eyes, because it had stopped. she was empty, like a porcelain figure, waiting to crash into a hundred tiny pieces. hollow as an old tree. fragile as the glass slipper she never wore whilst falling down the rabbit hole. as fake as the books and imagination she somehow bled from. empty.