Miss Havisham looks dead, withered away. Her hair and skin are white as snow, her lips are dry and cracked, she looks like a skeleton because she’s so skinny. Miss Havisham looks like she’s is living an eternal winter, a cold, icy storm that she can’t get out of - no matter how hard she tries. Miss Havisham is still fully dressed for her wedding; she has on her lace wedding dress, one of her bridal shoes, her veil, even her hair is done up the way it’s supposed to be for her wedding. She is the exact same way she was when she was suppose to get
Miss Havisham looks dead, withered away. Her hair and skin are white as snow, her lips are dry and cracked, she looks like a skeleton because she’s so skinny. Miss Havisham looks like she’s is living an eternal winter, a cold, icy storm that she can’t get out of - no matter how hard she tries. Miss Havisham is still fully dressed for her wedding; she has on her lace wedding dress, one of her bridal shoes, her veil, even her hair is done up the way it’s supposed to be for her wedding. She is the exact same way she was when she was suppose to get