Craft a narrative from the perspective of a secondary character in Great

Expectations' (such as Estella, Joe, or Miss Havisham). This narrative should offer
new insights into the events of the novel. Focus on maintaining Dickens' original
style and themes while providing a unique viewpoint.

My heart is swollen as tears cascade down in burning despondency. Every particle

of my perfume I was supposed to wear on my wedding a sea of despicable inflict
and nostalgia. “The painnn. The sheer painnn”. My heart still throbs to this day. I
just cannot do anything. I am nothing more than an arrow, you use once you cannot
use it again. His furrowed bushy eyebrows appeared as brown caterpillars perching
above his brilliant emerald eyes. The lustrous gold hair shone like wheat under the
scorching summer sun. A tear slowly penetrated my meibomian glands and slid
down my cheek slowly before dropping soberly on the hard concrete floor,
followed by torrents of agony. Was this my fate? Why did destiny always have to be
so torturous? Then, turning to take one last look at the gothic battlefields of raging
war and sorrow.

A barren dismay of saliva took a one-way trip down my esophagus as I pondered on

that day. Love blinded me, deafened me, crushed me. I have quit, love annihilated
me, crushed me, finished me. I don't believe in love. Love is a tower that always
breaks crumbles no matter how sanguine it is. I look at my yellow dress gown
tattered in ominous anguish and livid rage as if I am scarred for life. Thrown into a
pit of discombobulation as the smoky black darkness of my heart throws me into a
void into the deepest darkest caverns of my self-inflicted hell. I gaze around my
crumbling manor as Estellas footsteps echo in ecstatic harmony. I was once like
her: collected, thankful, beautiful, and healthy. But in sheer contrast with the
aftereffects of love shattered, shattered, shattered.