My tooth was in 3 pieces after the surgery. I felt weird.

Partly because the my gums were still feeling heavy and numb after the dentist gave me numerous shots of anesthestic.

Partly because I only heard the cracking sound of my tooth that sounded like a broken twig, after the sawing, knocking and pulling. Crack. As simple as that.

Partly because the last time I saw my own tooth was years ago, and the size was incomparable to this.

I stared at it for a while, with the urge to say "How are you going to dispose of it?" Which really meant "Can I keep it?". But with the numbing still in effect and a piece of cotton in my mouth, I passed.

I don't like the taste of my own blood.

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Dear Princess,

Perhaps you are but someone for me to look forward to. You don't deserve that.

I shall keep my sight out of the tower, for now.