Diane Hickinbottom
Odin gave an eye for wisdom.
I'll give so much more.
I'll give my heart, my soul, and my body.
Not for wisdom.
But for the thing called love.
(Few Hours before Seawood Hashtag's death)
Diane stood in front of the mirror to admire herself. The mirror was almost split in two parts and didn't permit a more composed reflection but regardless it was enough to do the trick. She felt beautiful. She had always felt pretty. She was a 35 years old lady with an oval face and a huge nose which made her face look quite comical. The scar right beneath her right chin did nothing to enhance her already awkward face. But her eyes were the most captivating feature of her face. They were as beautiful as ever and seem to contradict the other features of her face. Her long and wavy hair shone under the reflection of the sky.