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Ice Domain
My room was always the coldest.
My hands were icy, I trembled like a leaf even when I curled up up into a ball on top of my bed and pushed my hands that felt like numb blocks of ice into my jacket pocket. The air was sharp and I could see my breath hanging in the air when I sighed. But I didn’t care. When I put warm water in the room it evaporated rapidly and the few drops that were left slowly chilled and converted itself into ice. At that point I couldn’t feel anything, so I didn’t care.
My room for me was my domain, where I ruled and no enemy could invade too powerfully. I was my own queen. It was my sanctuary, where I could pull of my mask and let the tears flow down before they turned into rigid drops of ice. It knew my secrets, my weaknesses, the one place I held dear.
My ice domain.
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