Hedda's Theory

The music stops.
The palpitations cease.
Your eyes are such a pretty shade of blue when you cry, darling.

I should be forthcoming when referring to such sadness.

Sadness is beauty- I believe that thoroughly.
One must destroy themselves for art- and through creation, one rebuilds their self.
Better, much better than before.

I am Hedda.
I’ll see you on the other side.