We are similar, you and I…both obsessed with our goals and slightly insane. You with revenge, I with winning you. You with a death, I with your love. What does it take to win a man's body and his heart?
So I lied. You think I lied. I didn't. I omitted, I overlooked, I left out the fact that she lived- I did not lie and say she died. She was as good as dead, anyway. And now she is. I didn't mean for it to be by your hand. Believe me, I didn't. I never wanted that to happen. All I thought was that if you moved on, in time, you would see that there is still love for you on this earth- in me. Why couldn't you forget her? Why do you now hate me? –Why are you coming toward me-?
Oh, thank God. You've come to your senses at last! We'll be married! Yes, we should dance. Why not? We're engaged after all! She's dead! We're free to be together! Why not dance? Why not? Why-
Oh no. No, no. Why? Why, my love? Why, my life? Why did you do this to me? Why condemn me to burn?
What did I do, but consider you? What did I do, but spare you worse pain? What did I do, but keep your bloody deeds and mine in willing silence?
What did I ever do but love you?
A/N: Oh the many questions that arise in the moment of death. Sorry if it seemed a bit repetetive, but it seems to me that that's the sort of thing that happens in the mind of a dying person: an endless chorus of Why or the questions of the moment. R&R, for me and dear Nellie and all the loyal fans.
It's the least you can do- she is unjustly killed after all.