TIN SOLDIER

You are a paper ballerina. Your every move was filled with grace, your creator placed you in a dollhouse where you saw absolutely everything, including a shelf with tin soldiers. They were all standing together, but one was different. He didn't have enough tin for one leg, and now he has one leg. But still, your heart was given to him. You often exchanged glances, the distance was huge, but it was enough for him to admire yours while you were dancing. But unfortunately, it wasn't just the tin soldier who loved you. So was the troll. A small, old man who often appeared near your dollhouse and gave gifts. You refused him. He saw how you look at that soldier and.. I was jealous of you. He got to your soldier and threw it off the shelf, right into the fireplace. You've been watching this. He was slowly melting away before your eyes... You couldn't hold back the tears, your lover is dying in front of your eyes. As a result, you closed your eyes and jumped down after him. "W-why...?"