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.