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Walking on the thin ice.
It’s a phrasal verb you often use when someone is in dangerous position or doing something that is quite… unnerving.
Or it’s just a sentence that you would use if someone was foolish enough to actually walk on such a fine ice.
In the case of herself and her „oh-so-dear brother”,
maybe they were both mindless enough,
maybe they were both half-witted,
maybe they were so ignorant,
maybe she is foolish enough.
But not as foolish as he was.
They were both on such a paper-thin ice, so it was only natural that at some point it would break.
But neither of them wanted to think about it.
Maybe to have a hope? To maintain this cold, steel demeanor?
She would be a liar if she declared that she didn’t only stood aside, watching everything unfold.
In ignorant, ever so blissful hope for better.
And both of them were on thin ice.
Walking, laughing, living.
But not all stories have a ‘’happy ending’’.
And they probably know this too.
The narrow ice broke.
The perfectly constructed web was no longer here to protect him.
Her „ever-so-sweet brother” tasted the freezing waters underneath and she only stood.
In ignorant, ever so blissful hope that maybe someone, SOMEONE, migh help him.
But there was no one. None dared to protect him from this glacial demeanor.
And she didn’t too.
She only stood there.
Not moving.
Watching everything unfold.
Because she wasn’t as brainless as her brother to attempt to do such a dangerous thing. And look at her now.
Both of them are dead, but only one is six feet underground.