It's not fair.
It's not fair that his lips are soft and his eyes are deep. It's not fair that his skin is smooth and tempting.
It's not fair that he can control me, even without the magic.
It's not fair that I'm in love with him, not fair that I am his slave, not fair that he is human and I am not.
But mostly it's not fair that he's dead..
It's not fair that he lays buried under iron and glass.
Because despite the unequal circumstances, I wish it wasn't over. Fairness is less satisfying than it seems.